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[Drayden Calamyr]

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Drayden moved quickly through the chilling night air. There was something besides the simple cold that seemed to make it more frigid. He was in his clothing for "work" as he had called it many times in the past, though this time. He was a messenger this time.

The drow left his horse by the road, just north of the Cemetary of Vesper. He moved quietly through the woods, his dark grey robes concealed him well in the dark night. Up ahead, he noted the small lights, within the Guard Tower of the Dark Order. He took a few moments and sterilized the area, of all life he saw. The animals, monsters....

In Vas Flam was spoken quietly by him, as he stood beside the tower. Immediate the leafless trees before him were consumed in a field of fire. The dead leaves on the ground ignited, feeding the flames. He continued his casting, until the area before him was a roaring inferno. He watched quietly for a few moments, his soul feeling more free, by unleashing this chaos....





Drayden turned quickly to the brick wall and pulled a sealed keg from his pack and a large brush. He unsealed the keg, reavealing the deep crimson liquid within. Blood. Quickly he painted these words on the side of the building in large writing before disappearing into the night:

UDOS PH'KYORLIN