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[Bailos]

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Bailos found himself standing amongst a dozen of his personal militia-brigade in the throne room of Blackguard. The walls were unusually bare, even for this spartan complex. As a matter of fact, the entire building was unusually bare.

"When the last crate is full, you may begin shipping" barked Bailos to his henchmen. As he finished, two men came through the doors both carrying armfulls of golden guilded statuettes and relics, the last remnants of material wealth from the castle.

As one of the men packed the last item into a crate laced with straw, another gently manuvered a wooden lid into place, and nailed it shut. Raising his arms, Bailos brough forth a gloriously huge moongate, and the cold air of Caina poured through it temporal doors.

Move em out!, shouted one man. Sanctus would be stripped of its material wealth. The game was nearing its end.