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Whisper's of a returning ancient, all destroying evil, slowly have started to gnaw at the lands and all who hear the rumors. Unforeseeable pestilence. Disease, famine of any shape or form, slithers its way over the lands, constricting the life out of it. Birds taking flight of their homes at wrong times, leaving mixed omens behind, sending even the oldest and wisest minds into a panic induced confusion. Will we flee? Fight for our new homes and lives? Or will we all join the nothingness?