"We gathered great force in arms, over one hundred of the bravest souls who had survived the Ruins of Kunark, to challenge this Ancient One. Deceived as he was by my alliance with the Claws of Veeshan, I landed the first blow, square on his nose; it was of no consequence. The first word of magic he spoke stripped me utterly of my magical wards and with a single glance, he turned half our army insane with Fear.
Overwhelmed as I was by his terrifying spells, I watched helplessly as my comrades were struck down, one by one. By the time I regained control over my limbs, there were only a handful of us left. Those priests who survived turn tail and fled. Injured, half-crazed, it was only by the merit of my stamina that I managed to escape his wrath and flee into the Temple of Veeshan."
- The Journal of Filbus Furyfoot, Lord of the Misty Thicket
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