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The battle-worn moors of Glenumbra, where the ghosts of a conflict long past fought are cursed to patrol ever more; never to reap the peace of afterlife that soldiers sacrifice deserves.  These wraiths and ghosts still carry deadly blade and spell, and they take their ire out on any hapless living being that misadventures upon their fateful moorlands.

Soulless warriors who fight on despite the greatest loss of all, in a forlorn endeavour to appease the tortuous emptiness that abrades the abyss where their souls should lie; fighting on for cause, despite the ever dread that their inner essence shall remain barren forevermore.

It all feels very familiar.

S.K

I wonder whether Gloria Fausta’s proposition to sacrifice herself for another is but a warrior’s yearn for martyrdom, or a flight from an erroneous sense of guilt for her inability to right the wrongs of her ancestors.  Either way, I am once more cursed to find myself having to weigh one life ‘gainst another.

How can one make such a judgement as this?  How would I want the scales balanced if I were the one being judged?  Which should weigh more, deeds done, or potential deeds to come?  In the end I am… was, but a soldier, and can only make honest judgement under that perspective.

In these times of turmoil and conflict, I would rather have a soldier standing beside me, than a politician standing behind.

S.K

By way of ritual, Gloria is able to make use of the captured werewolf’s spiritual connection to its sire and gain us a valuable glimpse behind the enemy’s curtains.  Our worst fears are confirmed.  The tumult of Glenumbra is not, as first thought, the result of disparate foes seeking to take advantage of a country standing on the precipice of war.  But rather, the cultists, werewolves and bandits are but three prongs of the same trident, forged by one man whose sole aim is to conquer these Breton lands.

This Reachman Angof must be a man of great vision, determination, and endeavour, to have fired up the hearts and minds of so many of this country’s disillusioned and desperate to the point of subversion.  To defeat the Bloodthorn, we need slander his vision; for without followers, what is a visionary but a crazy man with a beard.

To achieve this we must break the trident… we must retake Camlorn.

S.K