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[Bailos]

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An ambitious wind whirling overhead was the only sound that filled the air. Cinders of ash gently fell to the earth against the cold, Malas sky coating in a snow-like layer of the lifeless material...a stark reminder to those who are keen of the return of the Wraith Lord.

Walking alone in the night air, Bailos tread barefoot over the ash, his robe trailing behind him ever so softly making contact with the ground. In the remote reaches of Southern Malas, Bailos had finally concluded his nights journey. Walking into a shallow, five-foot wide crater at the base of a burnt oak tree the Wraith Lord gently knelt down to clear the cinders away. Reaching his boney fingers into the charred soil, he cleared out a fragmented piece of azure-blue crystal about the size of a baseball.

Standing up with the curious shard, he held it up to what little light there was against the stark landscape and looked up at through the blue tint of this marvelous object. Slowly lowering it to his eye level, he stared, deeply intent at some property of the remnants. Slowly, the shard pulsed three times with a white light, then began to melt. The strange liquid it seem to emulsify into was quickly absorbed by Bailos's skin.

Closing his eyes for a moment, the Wraith Lord could feel his power grow! He was becoming more whole again, now free from his wretched confines.

Only Five Stone Remain...