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Melandil smiles slightly at Praetor. "I remember the Shoggoths well, I'm afraid.  I know that gives away my age.  Though I've never met one, I sincerely hope that Mindflayer is incorrect, if wjat I heard in my youth is true.  And we have many here who are fearless, although I myself fear that one of us may no longer be relied on..." he casts a glance at Dee as she watches Armata walk into the forest. "I'm open to plans, Sir Praetor."

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A pair of Oblation guards let Anica and Matris into the gates, watching them go concernedly. "Lady Anica?  May we help?" One of them says.

In the Veritatem, rumors and reports came trickling in. A force unknown, made of men who acted like vile creatures, destroying all in its path and led by a man with a fire in his eyes and a blackness in his soul...