[!] This parchment, dark and mysterious, speaks not just with words, but with the voice of the Lord of Bones himself directly into your mind. Hung on mulltiple noticeboards across Eden in all nations alike. As you read, a subtle trance grips your mind, immersing you in the tale of our relentless conquest. Sacred sites have fallen, altars and idols destroyed, all in our crusade's wake.
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Citizens of Eden, lend me your ears, for this is no mere proclamation, but a harbinger of the inevitable. I am the voice of the forgotten, the herald of the Bone Lord, and I come bearing the truth that your world, in all its flawed glory, is coming to an end.
Visions of sites around Eden would fill your head as the voice in your mind continued.
Look around you, the sanctuaries you once held sacred now lie in ruins, monuments of your faith crumbled to dust. This is not mere vandalism; this is a statement. Your gods, in their silent heavens, have abandoned you. They watch, idle, as we, the Pledgers of the Bone Lord, awaken once more.
The visions blur from one location into the next, revealing all of Eden was caught on this day.
We loathe the world as it is, a cesspool of corruption and decay. In our eyes, it is beyond redemption. Thus, we have chosen to be the harbingers of its end. Through death, a purifying force, we shall recreate this world, mold it into a realm befitting the reign of the Bone Lord.
The visions show the last sites after which you find yourself in complete darkness.
Consider this a warning, or perhaps a prophecy. Death is coming for Eden, and it is unstoppable. Your prayers, your gods, can do nothing to halt its march. The fall of your sacred sites is just the beginning. The shadows lengthen, and with them, our power grows.
Fear us, for we are the Pledgers of the Bone Lord. We are the architects of the new world that will rise from the ashes of the old. Your end is our beginning. Embrace these final moments, for the era of the Bone Lord is upon us.
The voice disappears and you regain your senses.
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Citizens of Eden, lend me your ears, for this is no mere proclamation, but a harbinger of the inevitable. I am the voice of the forgotten, the herald of the Bone Lord, and I come bearing the truth that your world, in all its flawed glory, is coming to an end.
Visions of sites around Eden would fill your head as the voice in your mind continued.
Look around you, the sanctuaries you once held sacred now lie in ruins, monuments of your faith crumbled to dust. This is not mere vandalism; this is a statement. Your gods, in their silent heavens, have abandoned you. They watch, idle, as we, the Pledgers of the Bone Lord, awaken once more.
The visions blur from one location into the next, revealing all of Eden was caught on this day.
We loathe the world as it is, a cesspool of corruption and decay. In our eyes, it is beyond redemption. Thus, we have chosen to be the harbingers of its end. Through death, a purifying force, we shall recreate this world, mold it into a realm befitting the reign of the Bone Lord.
The visions show the last sites after which you find yourself in complete darkness.
Consider this a warning, or perhaps a prophecy. Death is coming for Eden, and it is unstoppable. Your prayers, your gods, can do nothing to halt its march. The fall of your sacred sites is just the beginning. The shadows lengthen, and with them, our power grows.
Fear us, for we are the Pledgers of the Bone Lord. We are the architects of the new world that will rise from the ashes of the old. Your end is our beginning. Embrace these final moments, for the era of the Bone Lord is upon us.
The voice disappears and you regain your senses.
