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[Sethos]

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Slowly he walked, almost ominously to the top of Charnel Hill. His form hidden under a heavy dark cloak, the patterns, and the colors of his usual robes no where in site. Reaching the sanctuary of the Skull he approached slowly, moving his ungloved hands over the altar, slowly so slowly he lifted the artifact, he felt it instantly surging through him, Oblivion, the Void, Entropy, it chilled his very essence. Lifting the Skull over his head he began to focus, to concentrate and the cold icy blue color of his eye faded slowly, his eyes becoming like two black spheres, teeming with energy… With that the skull let out a great shriek and he saw them, they saw them across the fabric of the facets. The children of the Order, hidden, left to their own machinations about the realm, waiting for this moment the time for action. They heard it, within their minds, the simple and short command, no room for error, no room for interpretation. The words, the brief sentence resounded in their minds but once, but they did not need to hear it again, it called to them.




“Return to Me”