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[Ceinwyn ab'Arawn]

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The town was aglow from the fire to the north, the citizens could only wonder at the goings-on. Those of them who lived north of the city could have explained to their companions, but they dared not. You never knew who was listening in the shadows, waiting to hear you spread news of the Matriarch's doings.

But the Matriarch's closest knew. For 'twas their own doing that had brought about the blaze. After the lich's threat, some days ago, they had been given orders to seize his holding. But lo, upon their entrance to his dark crypt-like keep, they found it bare, barren of all life, and unlife.

"Raze it. Burn it to the ground."

And thus, it had been done. A glorious immolation, though, to be honest, they were certain she'd have rather frozen it or toppled it with a massive quaking, as she did Charnel Hill. Noone understood why she went with fire, this time. Noone cared, either. They were just all the merrier to be destroying the lich's place. Most of them hadn't trusted him, anyway. They had been certain he boded ill. They felt vindicated.

"Scour Umbra for any trace of them."

And thus, the current orders. Seek out any sign of this new cult of Oblivion in Umbra. They knew the Matriarch would not stop, either. If Umbra was devoid of them, she would have them search elsewhere. And they would.

"If they want Oblivion so badly, we will send them to it, ourselves."