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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 2060353" data-attributes="member: 99">(Here's a short update.  I might post another later today but if not then definatley by Monday.)The cries that came from the blood-bathed throat of the reborn godling were unlike those of any infant in the history of the world.  And they resonated in the minds of the mortals nearby, summoning up a desire to destroy whatever was within their reach.  They felt his will to destroy the world and it threatened to become their deepest desire as well.The wings of the party clawed at the sky, fighting for speed and altitude.  The hot breath of Hate was at their backs and thoughts of Destruction clawed at the edges of their consciousness.  They were not Bale’s creatures yet.  Not born of the mountains that were stained by his blood.  But they had drank of its waters and eaten food taken from its slopes and that was enough to allow them to hear his call to destruction if not succumb to it.  Here, in this place bathed by his blood and consecrated by his brother, Bale’s voice demanded attention and obedience.  All that mattered was getting beyond its reach.But even as they struggled forward, they found themselves looking back.  There, standing atop the roof of the Temple of Bane, were Ilrath, Magdar and his Orcs who had fought so valiantly to free their brethren from Bane’s corrupting grasp.  They all gazed skyward, not waving or saluting, but simply looking to those they had helped to rescue when things were most bleak and hoping that they could figure out a way to save the rest of the world from the fate about to befall them.  Whether it was some moderating influence from the Temple itself or their previous contact with The Shining Lady, they too appeared to be resisting the call for death and destruction.Bale came at them, his torso glistening with muscles and sinews seemingly made from blood itself and his lower body becoming one with the Lake of Blood.  He moved forward in the same manner as a slug, trailing a river of blood behind him.  But he did not move at the speed of a slug.  He covered the distance between the edge of the Lake of Blood and the Wall of Ice in seconds and brought the head of his Black Mace down upon the barrier.The swath of wall that his weapon touched was erased from existence.  In fact, it was so completely destroyed that those who beheld its destruction had a difficult time recalling that it had ever been there at all.  On came Bale, surging forward toward the gates of his brother’s Temple.  He bellowed his hateful howl into the sky and lay about himself with the Black Mace destroying flagstones by the hundreds as a small army of Ferals called from within his own blood surged around him.  Those atop the Temple fell back from the edge, hopelessly looking for an escape that simply did not exist.Then she was among them, bathing them in her light and gathering as many around her as she could.  Tears streamed down the face of The Shining Lady, knowing that she could not save them all and she might not be able to save any for long.  But she would try.  The Shining Lady and the knot of those closest around her vanished leaving a couple handfuls of Orcs behind.  An instant later a huge, bloody hand gripped the top of the Temple and Bale’s Black Mace swept them from existence.The party heard his cry begin to fade as they cleared the top of the caldera and started to descend toward the treetops below.  Each flew in a panic, going as fast as he could and none blamed those who surged ahead.  Evil incarnate was at their backs and he was out of things to slay.</blockquote>

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