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Through the corruption of the ancient Tekstone only certain men can hear the call of the Lord of Destruction. It is a gift in their blood. Some men can hear it louder than others, but they all feel the seed growing inside them.

You touch the fire and it freezes you
You look into it and it's black
Why can't you feel
Your skin should crack and peel
You want your fire back
Now through the night we call for you
The distant darkness as your guide
But what you find, isn't what you had in mind
It's what you have inside

Do you feel the empty void inside of you, screaming, begging to be fed and filled. Have you been unable to satisfy the growing hunger of the darkness inside you, the feeling unfamiliar, yet so warm and tender. It is the call of our Lord you hear, the blessing of the Tekstone bumping through your veins. Hear the call, praise it and walk toward it!

The glorious Cult of Tekstone is recruiting new members to its ranks. We're searching for strong people with the seed of chaos in them to fill a task many have failed before. Even the strongest have seen fall before my own eyes - many through my own hands, some due weakness in mind. Keep in mind this is not for the weak-minded so do not waste our time. But should you be strong enough, willing enough, prepared to do what must be done, ready to give up your pathetic past life and begin a new one as a member of the glorious Cult of Tekstone, answer to this call.

You have been blessed!

We are looking for strong priests and young priests in training, but there is also a new home for a bard and a man able to twist the powers of nature into our use, a druid. If you wish to accept the call, the challenge to become the best you can ever be, to become immortal, answer to this message in five moons.

The Avatar of Tekstone,
Darian Darkmind

How cute!

-ZZ

Cute indeed.

-KS

A written pamphlet is spread around Felluca

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The death of this world is written in the stars. The condition of our existence here twists our nature to one that is determined to destroy ourselves. Everywhere in the realm ambition and drive for excellence turns men into predators that rip each other asunder for profit and glory. The iron fists of tyrants lock in a deadly grip, an alliance of the strong to endure while the weak backs of those who carry them break, until their feeble thrones stand on piles of skulls and their hearts are so blackened they can not sense the decay around them. Spirits animated by greed and self-interest gather under banners of false virtue. Excorsus Nox and the Legions of Telborea fracture the land.

The destiny of this world was determined by a chain of events set in motion as time dawned upon this cursed age. The knowledge is there for those who set themselves above petty concerns and gaze at the world from without. When our lands are devoured by the hunger of our own kin, those who possess true clarity will be those who have sworn service in the Cult of Tekstone. It is the only logical position to take before the final solution.

Titus Albinus
Cult of Tekstone

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I never wanted an interest in this, and I would like that to be clear. I will have no part of this, my parents deserve for me to be better than this. I simply request this contact with me to cease, I don't want this demon inside of me!

Irelia