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[Raje Damen]

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Just as night fell upon the lands of Sosaria dark clouds began to billow in the lands of Ice. Here where it is a usual sight to see blizzards a storm to the people of this land did not seem so rare. The men of the island were all busying themselves with cutting wood for their fires and stoves, gathering ore for the formation of weapons and armor to fight the undead threat that still seemed to linger in the caves and crypts long left to rot. As the storm clouds grew to encompass not only a small segment of island but the entire island thunder began to rumble through the skies and shake the buildings, trees, and caves. This was not all together strange for the people of this island either and so the men who were working only rushed to get home before the brief storm hit. However as the men were nearing their cabins, villas, and castles the thunder struck again only this time it was so intense that the men hand to place their hands over their ears to avoid their ear drumbs from bursting the sound was so intense that it caused rock that was not secure in the caves to fall down in heaps, the windows commonly seen in villas and other homes in the area to shatter, and some rotten trees themselves to burst. As if this were not enough however, the ground itself began to groan and heave causing ruined houses to fall, trees to tumble, and some weak caves to collapse. Once the maddness had given the men a brief moment to gather their wits they began to head home once more this time in an all out sprint. As each man neared his house another maddening sight occured; it began to rain blood. Some of the men who were curious as to what the red fluid that had fallen out of the sky was looked up to only see an Ebon Skull made out of the shape of the clouds themselves.

Today was not a good day and only time will tell what may happen next to the land of Ice.