The Shattered Lords
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Last published Fri, Mar 18, 2016
"I saw them in my mind...I think they were real, but they were like broken glass. There were 8, and none were the same...but they might have been identical. Were they the Old Lords? Have they returned to us? To free us of these wretched Chains? One stepped forward and his eyes were the Void and he said...fingertips on my mind....ugh. They're leaving us...are they coming back? Have we truly shattered out frail hope?"
-Telor, the Blind Seer.
Tao Yae; the Void Knight, Markuth; the Storm Speaker, Zenkusa; the Edge Incarnate, Conflux; the Time's Apostle, Tenüw; the Shaman Queen, Sven; the Chaos Meditator, Erebth; the Stream Dancer, Gilgamus; the Beast Lord, and Ignith; the Living Flame. For centuries, the people under the Immortal King Salamun have hoped for their return, to save them from the Chains of the Salamun. But these are broken gods, and shattered lords.
If they are our only hope, then we are already dead.
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