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Icevale Cultist: The Winter's Claw was right. The Avarosans HAD been too soft. It was time for a new leader, one that would not seek to unify the Freljord through peace, but rule over it.
The Expanse's Protection: Look to the night sky and focus your eyes on a small swathe of the firmament. Now imagine all those lived within it, all the knowledge gained and all the experiences lived over countless millennia. 1/2
Buhru Cultist: It didn't matter where the power came from--her goddess would not care. What mattered was the glory it would bring her through the monsters she slayed.
Blooming Cultist: Person, plant, animal... the Darkin's corruptive influence spares no one and nothing.
Varus lvl 2: Varus was empowered, bolstered, reminded of who he was and what he had yet to become. He embraced the sum of his parts instead of working against them--and when they acted, they acted as one.
Varus lvl 1: What if, over time, the man that became the Darkin remembered himself, prompted by the mortal voices within? What if, instead of overcoming those voices entirely, he came to believe in them?