[Nachtsuchen]

"It would seem the unruly orc-kind are many across these lands. Be it the Faydark or deserts of Ro, they are numerous and they are stubborn. They listen not to the word of their betters and care only for bloodshed. While not entirely displeasing, they know not what potential they betray themselves by not consorting with my kinship's brotherhood. Their lack of alliance had such then proven them ideal for me to hone my magicks upon, and so it was Bertoxxulous' will it be done. And so it seemed I was not so alone in this endeavor, as I came across others who made prey of them as well. Much blood was spilled and many glories were praised as we made thorough sacrilege of their own shrine buried beneath the bodies. All the while, Bertoxxulous' good name was given and his word taken in with his blessings. It does my aching, rotting heart good to know more know well his kindness than I thought."

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"After taking a reprieve, for a time onto my retreat of the tunnel of the Eastern Commons amongst the merchants, I found myself upon an audience. Many curious ears and open minds did I meet, where I shared the ways of discord. They took to my word as famished to a banquet and lo, did we celebrate. New blood flows like a gaping wound as more of my kind pour upon the land. And so it was good."

-t. Darious, Faithful of Bertoxxulous