Blood & Honor

Alive, yet dead. An angel, but coated in thick rivers of blood. No voice, yet they are heard the loudest. They exist, yet they know they're not supposed to.
Who... or what exactly are They?

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The Neutral lands have turned to chaos, and the vortex are attacking with no mercy. Cub, child, teen, adult, elder, they do not care. They only blindly follow the word of The First's Son, greedy for the promised control over the continent. They only care for the rivers of human blood, spilled as a way to make them pay for their poor treatment.
Yet, it comes to a halt.
Suddenly, fires ravage the land, leaving no green life on whatever land they call their own.

All wildlife is chased away, or killed, and instantly infected by disease.

Cold, thick fog lays like a hard, heavy blanket over the ground, and the Vortex young start to decease quickly.

It is too late...

... and now even the Son has to listen.

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