“…Let it be known that the first encounter with the returned Nine was Famine. Crops across the land died in his wake, and many starved. The druids said it was our punishment for cutting down the great forests, but what have the peasants ever done but serve their lords as best they can? Were we to be punished for our endless hours of toil and back breaking labor? I joined the armies as soon as I could, and off we went, to glory and battle against the evil forces that were determined to destroy our ways of life. I was young, foolish, and brave to a fault. How could we have even hoped to fight against a god? The road was long and wet, we…”

“…when we realized he wasn’t alone, that it wasn’t just one that had returned, our hearts sank. There were reports of magical aberrations across the continent. The Nine had returned, but these were not the romantic stories of radiant gentle beings the old ones told around the fire at night. These were abominations that devastated the land and brought chaos to the world of men…”

“…after years of lord against lord, death and disease, and countless lives lost, we finally managed to capture Famine. The last of the sorcerers fortresses were being razed, and the Cult of the Nine was scattered to the four corners of Sanol’Kaht. Gone were the great green woods of the northwest, the fervent rolling plains south of the river Lon. Yet hope remained, as we now knew they could be brought down. Only eight remained and the men were beginning to march to the north, to Lord Ogi’s domain, to fight the great battle with Guile.

“I pray this arrives soon, and that you are still alive. In the years to come we shall conquer the gods, and bend them to our will…”

–Journal Wrapped in Human Skin

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