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[Ranna ab'Arawn]

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Another Felucca champion spawn. Another victory for valorous individuals. Until they are massacred by a larger, far more sinister group. The ground is soaked in blood. Body parts are strewn about, decorating the macabre field surrounding the altar.

The blood soaks into the ground. It seeps down, down, and down still to an ancient home, where lurks a slumbering evil. In these halls, the Tentacles of the Harrower dwell. In these halls, a long forgotten curse lingers in the walls, in the floors, in the very stones of its make-up. In these halls, 4 explorers and their crew came to a horrible and gruesome end. Tavara Sewel, Morg Bergen, Grimmoch Drummel, and Lysander Gathenwale could tell you the tale, if they were still alive.

But, even Lysander, in all of his knowledge of that foul place, could not orchestrate the massive amount of death it would take to re-awaken Him. He could not do what was necessary. It was not until the facet started attracting more attention that it became possible to achieve this goal.

Now, after so many massacres above the ancient tomb, finally, enough death has occurred to bring Him back. Back to pick up where he left off.

Deep in the tomb he lies, guarded by his five faithful followers: Anshu, the breath of life, Baratoz, keeper of the pit, Maliel, the hand of fate, Almonjin, the foreseeing eye, and Kaltivel, the lorekeeper.

The blood seeps down, following a course that has been used for years, by now. It drips from the ceiling onto a golden sarcophagus, joining countless dried splatters on the old coffin. The floor begins to collect the blood in pools. And this time, it is enough.

His eyes open.
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Cezanne: If this goes well I might just go into business kidnapping Kitsunes so I can play with their balls.