Oblivion called, and you answered.

Many of you fought under my Lord's banner, to bring Ruin upon
Pazuzu and His armies.

For a brief, shining moment, you laid your martial skills in
service of His Spear, to defeat the Prince of Woe.

I would have you tell me your tale, as you lived it in those
moments. Everything you experienced: from the glint of steely
resolve as you pledged your service to His forces, to the
frenzied bloodlust of battle. I would listen to the hesitations
you harboured, baring blade to stand with old enemies against
a greater foe. I would hear of your trials and regrets,
and bid you share with me your triumphs.

The tales your voices weave will be threads woven into verse,
an epic to be sung through the ages.


Solfege Ashaela
Priestess of Oblivion


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Chronos, in the year 929 AF.