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[Dryzzid]

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It was late evening in Charnel Hill, in the grove of the Order. The moonlight barely broke through the tall rows of trees surrounding the cemetery. There were none of the Skull’s minions training in the grassy area between the cathedral steps and the line of willows, oaks and cedars. No whispers or screams could be heard coming from the chamber of the Ancients. The mad cackle of the lich lord was not present that evening. The laughter of Levas Dazu`la had not been heard for several days.

Only the faint giggles of the Taskmaster could barely be heard near the slave pits. Every so often a member of the Order, a priest, or death knight would walk into or come out of the cemetery gates and go about their business. It was an ominous at the Hill, yet unusually serene for being the heart of Oblivion’s domain.

Inside the cathedral of Oblivion sat one lonely slave, on a pew with his head bowed. He looked up as he finished his silent prayers and slipped through the church’s open doors. On the steps of cathedral he was met by a member of the Order he did not know. There were several other members scattered in the field all displaying faces of fear and confusion. The slave did not understand. They were looking at their hands. The slave, now curious, looked to his hands and saw nothing.

The silent bewilderment was interrupted by a deafening roar and a thunderous boom. The slave covered his ears and fell to his knees. The members of the Order were humbled as well by a blinding flash that emitted from the top of Charnel Hill.

The slave crawled to his feet and looked towards the top of the Hill, shielding his eyes with his arm. When the bright white faded, he looked to the members as they began to regain their composure. Still they looked to their hands, still the slave did not understand. The member closest to him held his palms out to the slave, revealing hideous scars on them.

“The mark of the Skull… it is gone…” he said, in a low and wavering voice.

The mark which all members of the Order carry had faded and only scars remained. The Skull was not pleased. Where was their master, the lich lord Levas Dazu`la?