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[Talon Skyfire]

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Talon struggled feebly against the mystic bonds which bound him. His scion had made him aware of the events unfolding in the world. The forces of Oblivion were massing beyond comprehension. Summoning every ounce of his will, he closed his eyes and reached out......

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It was well past midnight when the dreams struck. Four powerful leaders, Zarlox, Vian, Davaran, and Merci D'Rue were all seized with an identical dream.


Clouds of endless darkness encircled two figures on all sides. A great golden wyrm and a large direwolf stood back to back, snarling and lashing out viciously at the encroaching darkness.

As the dream faded, a faint but powerful voice spoke in their minds, "Stand together, or die alone....This is my will...."
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~Lord Talon Skyfire
King of Sanctus
Lord Protector of Malas

[Davaran Skyfire]

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Davaran Skyfire rubbed the sleep from his eyes, slowly making his way over to a small bottle, unstopping it he pours a goblet of the crimson liquid rather sloppily, commenting to himself mirthfully.

"Narry a soul listens to the mage without a vision from sire."

Raising the goblet, Davaran toasted the approaching day, and the North.

[Merci d'Rue]

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The Oracle, Merci, opens her hand revealing a magical image of this vision to Myrddin ab'Arawn the Wolf King.

His only words in reply,

Hmmm..Interesting... He sheaths his sword walking off thru the ice and snow towards Luna....
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May destiny guide you...

[Vian Skyfire]

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Still in a dreamlike state, Vian felt the energy slam into the mental wards his father had taught him. An instant before he unleashed his own attack at the origin of it, something familiar in the energy stopped him. This wasn't an attack at all, this was simply a message. A message from a Skyfire. Reluctantly Vian dropped the wards and allowed the message to pass into his dreams.

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Hours later a thoughtful Vian sat in castle Blackguard with the candlelight from the torches dancing over the statues of King Talon and his father Zarlox. What did this all mean? What was he to do? If King Talon is willing to work with the Lycans shouldn't he be?

The Lord Commander would repeat the vision in his mind for the remainder of the night.