| Somewhere in the lightless, labyrinthine depths of the Darkenhold forest…
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| Voice of the Night: Who are you, wanderer?
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| Wandering Spirit: I can’t remember…
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| Voice of the Night: The wolves are gathering,
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| the stars are shifting…
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| come, join us in the hunt.
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| The Sylvan Oracle: What arboreal augury be this?
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| Has the Realm Verdant at last seen the countenance of the scourge born of
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| prophecy?
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| What is thy scheme, Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz?
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| Voice of the Night: Who are you, wanderer?
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| Wandering Spirit: I have the scent…
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| Voice of the Night: Gaze into the mists…
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| feel the earth thawing beneath your feet. |
| Come, bring down the prey.
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| The Sylvan Oracle: The wolves are gathering,
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| The stars are shifting,
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| This spectre at the feast,
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| This nectar of the vine.
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| Voice of the Night: Look at the power you possess…
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| See the might which you wield!
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| You know who you are, do you not?
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| Wandering Spirit: Yes, I am the scythe in the field at summer,
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| I am the thunder that awakens the earth,
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| I am that which gives the night air its chill.
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| Voice of the Night: Who are you, wanderer?
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| Wandering Spirit: I am far beyond the ken of men…
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| my gaze shall make the night tremble!
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| The Sylvan Oracle: So dour a mien, let all night’s fulgors flame.
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| Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unborn!
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| He is the scourge, the thanatos, the cleansing fire, the purifying storm…
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| he is the cataclysm given corporeal form!
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| Be wary that your progeny does not consume thee,
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| Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz… the Voice of the Night!
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| Voice of the Night: Who are you, my son?
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| Wandering Spirit: Father… I am annihilation incarnate! |