The new crusade
I stand before the Dark Portal. Hot wind is blowing sand across the Blasted Lands, scouring my armor. I look at the monument before me with spear in hand, fresh demon’s blood dripping from it’s blade.
“Tremble foul demons for I come.
I am standing before the threshold of your world.
I curse you for coming to this land. This is MY world. I command you to leave.
So now I take the war to you.
I have no loyalties to anybody, save the Dark Queen herself.
Tremble foul demons for I will crush your skulls to ash beneath my boots.
I, Pithius stand before you!
Tremble.”

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