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[Cear Dallben ZOG]

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There was a new Regent in town, and those who follow oblivion bought tension
to umbra in dark of her fall. The Shady occupy Britian, and those who lust for blood
seek rights and rule in Sosaria. All this, while those who follow Armageddon move back
into the light from their defeat those years ago.
As any madman knows, the only addition to chaos should be more chaos. The Stone was rolling,
and the cabal comes with their own push.

Cattle Mutilation In the City of Sacrifice

Tonight the Cabal would strike the stricken world. The weapon, confusion, and what it would spawn.
The town of target would awake tomorrow with unexpected change. Their days would be different
then planned. Their minds would have to make thoughts and decisions they would not have had to
make otherwise. That is chaos.
The Cabal gathered in darkness, in the robes of the healers they retrieve with their methods.



There was no better way to decide the city than to let the new one,
Dina, choose. Her choice would be thrown in the cauldron of madness to provide a better drink.
and less logical outcome.
However Dallben always feels a calling for these nights, these ventures. Tonight sense came to him
with the mutes choice. Her choice of who was afflicted.


She Chose Minoc

They rushed from the capitols square to the mages gate and on to Minoc, where a strange and most green
Jester waited. Once he was surrounded and deemed little threat, the Cabal was given their orders!

"Bring me four cows for each of you, and return north of the gate!"




Getting them up the stairs was not easy....


The Followers and The Cabal Finally made it to the center of Minoc
First their leader would give a long, and ridiculous speech. Honor the cows, he says.
The sun was on the rise. And before he could finish the speech there was a crash,
a crack, and a splash, and!, a light. Followed by madness. People running thru the fire,
Blades and spells, Also that sound "MOOOOOOOOOOOO!"




When it was over, and the fire dissipated, there was not a cow left.
After this they doctors went to work. There was art to be made.



The Cabal had done their part to help the world this night. They added their spark to the collection
that exists in the world who's atmosphere seems to be flammable gas. It could go anywhere from here.
Perhaps blamed on the vampires or their enemies. Perhaps another group would be blamed or claim responsibility.
All Cear knew now, was that the sun was rising, and bovine blood was to boil in the day.

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