Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150904152042/@comment-26103034-20150905112832

Memories stirred in Calvus' mind.

The Gods are defeated.

The blue staves.

Some still live.

The cold chill.

You have been chosen to witness the death of one more.

"These hooded figures. They didn't have blue staves, did they?"

We will be waiting at the city of Northpoint.

(They remind me of Pratchett's Auditors)