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[Bailos]

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A dilapidated citadel sits unassuming in the quiet, desert night's air. A dry, surprisingly cool breeze drifts over the ruins blowing in from the lake and Umbra, nestled off in the distance, prepared for another night. Inside the old castle, something stirs...

In a heavy, traditional robe worn by the religious caste of Umbra, Itullus slowly processed down aisle towards the shrine-like area that had been built in anticipation of the return of Bailos. Candles lined his path. Large, red candles burning with a malevolent flame. The room was a comfortable temperature but it seemed so cold, so uninviting.

When he neared but a few yards away from the ancient sphere that housed his Master, Itullus bowed his head and stopped as if awaiting a command. In a few moments, a sickly green light began to pulse within the orb and a slow, droning hum washed over the room.

The various artifacts that Itullus had collected over the past several weeks, all properly aligned and organized in a very specific, deliberate pattern, were now taking on a similar hue as the orb. A soft rumble grew from every direction and Itullus prepared for the violent visitation.

Soon it came...A crushing weight! In a matter of moment, Itullus felt his knees buckle as the glow from the sphere began to subside. The murmurs and droning continued...Gradually, Itullus felt himself unable to stand and he began to bend over, his eyes forced to the ground and his back lurching. It wasnt long before he was brought to his knees by this terrible burden. It was the familiar sense of a terrible dread that forced him down, forced his will to obey, forced him to subjugate.

A black spot emerged within the sphere, devoid of all light. It began to spread out, rushing to the surface of the orb and slowly the mass seeped through the sphere and out into the world, a black tar-like goop. In a few minutes, a sizable spot of the tar had accumulated on the floor in front of the sphere and began to move away towards the artifacts surrounding it. As this ceremony began, a shadow projected out from the orb...a shadow silhouette of the Wraith Lord.

A heavy, raspy voice spoke to Itullus inaa very serious tone...
"Bring the Ice Queen and the Lich Lord to me."

And just like that, the shadow disappeared and the terrible force of dread lifted from Itullus. Slowly pulling himself up to his feet, he dusted himself off, massaged his neck and made sure he was fine.

"Thy will be done", and Itullus set off.