Denizens of Thardferr, this is a call to arms against the Father of Chaos!!!
Hear me now, all who still draw breath beneath the sky.
The wind howls across the dead lands. It brings with it no scent of life, only the stench of endings. The Father of Chaos rises, ancient and formless, older than the Dark One's whisper and crueler than death’s embrace. He would unmake the Wheel, shatter the Pattern, and silence even the Creator’s breath.
But we do not stand alone.
There is a fire yet burning — a wrath that does not die.
In the far reaches of prophecy, where the threads blur and names are written in fire, one god watches still:
The God of Revenge!
Not for mercy does He call, but for justice long denied. Not for peace, but for the reckoning owed. And now His Agents march.
Rand al’Thor, the Dragon Reborn, marked by flame and fang, bound to break and forge anew.
Volfenhag, the Iron Howl, whose rage echoes through the bones of the earth.
Muh Dude, strange of name, steady of hand, whose laughter mocks the void itself.
Lord Zuron, cloaked in shadow, wielder of secrets, slayer of lies.
Great King, whose crown is burden and blade alike, standing taller than the storm.
Rennoc, the Silent Blade, who walks where death has no hold.
HanktimusPrime, steel-hearted and star-forged, the fist that breaks the night.
Temo, the Flamewalker, who speaks to fire as others speak to kin.
And I, Lord Vesuvan, the Mirror Lord, many-faced and many-fated, whose will bends like steel, never broken.
We rise not for glory. Not for gold. We rise for vengeance — cold and pure — for every thread the Father of Chaos has torn, for every soul cast into ruin.
So rise with us, this is the hour. This is the stand. This is the War of Vengeance. The Father of Chaos comes. And we shall meet him with fire and fury. Do not fear, speak to the God of Revenge, let him know your desire to do his bidding and he will provide you with what is needed.
By the Light and for the God of Revenge — we do not kneel.
We strike!
