Zeptambor, Year 1974
You are standing in the throne room of Asmodeus. He is pacing back and forth in the corner, and for the first time in weeks, he is actually starting to look worried.
An angel comes flying into the room, kneeling faster that a lightning strike.
"My Lord Asmodeus. I bring ill news from the front. Both Tiamat and Melora are dead, fallen to the Chained God himself! Their forces have been obliterated!"
The angel turns towards you all.
"The Lord Bane told me to tell you that it is time now"
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