It was a cold dreary day when I happened upon our lands. I trot hours before spotting the perfect spot, only to become sickly ill. Having to huddle in wait for the Lagg.us to play through was no easy task.
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I've survived, the lagg.us couldn't consume my desires, however, it's taken many of our men. I fear I am alone now. The trail of blood I left seems to lure followers, though I fear they're too easily lured... Another group seems to have superseded the arduous path to the Empire the smell of blood grows faint. The weather doesn't favor me these days.