Update Archive/43

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Fenthelan turned to the ominous figure that was likely the Prophet of Mnesthes; the crazy old witch doctor who had come into Zul'Aman during the Summertide, preaching the destruction of Caer Darrow.
"Oh, by Cloudcaller." Fenthelan groaned, before calling out. "Son of Mnesthes! Child of Mueh'zala!"
The purple troll turned, peering through the eye-holes in his mask, at Fenthelan. He garbled in a strange tongue, before recognizing Jin'thek.
"Ah, the warlord of Zul'Aman. I knew you would come. This is as I had foreseen it to be. Now we are assembled, under the eyes of Our Father, God of Death, and he will reap your souls tonight. The Heart of Aether will be mine, blood of the earth, soul of the land."
Lethon suddenly roared, a deafening noise disproportionate to his human size. His hands flew back, and green magic gathered around his hands.
This startled all in the glade. The fighting stopped. All three elven parties; those under Saldor, the traitors and the Druids, all turned. The trolls stopped fighting, and the humans paused. All eyes focused on the Prophet and the Green Dragon, who began to shapeshift into his true form.
"This, I did not foresee. A Green Dragon." the Prophet spat, suddenly staring down the immense form of a massive beast. Then he realised all in the glade had stopped fighting. This was likely not a part of his plan; for him to become the centre of attention. "What're you doing, idiots? Kariel, slay them all!"
Fenthelan shuddered.
"Kariel Winthalus?"
One of the elves with scimitars allowed himself a bow, before leading his men in a final charge to protect the Prophet.
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