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\n The full story<\/span><\/p>\n

The Blight's Chosen \u2013 Blighted Angel<\/h2>\n

An amalgamation of many perished villagers of Limlight. This creature indicates that some sort of force is driving this infestation: something intelligent. Whether the form of this creature is intended as a mockery to the divine, or is its own delusion that it is something holy, is up for debate. What is certain, however, is that it will add any unfortunate enough to cross its path into its amalgamated flesh.<\/p>\n

Phrenic Concordia does not think the way a person thinks, but it learns. In the early days of the Limlight outbreak, as the disease moved through the village and the first victims began to lose themselves to it, something within the shared consciousness recognised that survival required more than infection. It required a centre. A shape that the Consciousness could pour itself into fully, something that could act with singular purpose rather than the diffuse and stumbling aggression of the newly turned. It began pulling them together in the night, the dead and the nearly dead alike, drawing them toward the southern end of the village with a compulsion none of them had the will left to resist. What assembled itself in the dark over the following hours was not built by any intelligence that could be reasoned with or bargained against. It was built by something that had looked at the world through a thousand dying eyes and decided that what it needed, more than anything, was wings.<\/p>\n

Whether the form it chose is a mockery of the divine or a genuine delusion of holiness is a question the survivors of Limlight are not in a position to contemplate for long, because the creature does not give them the opportunity. It moves through the village with a dreadful and patient certainty, and those it catches do not die in the conventional sense. They are added. The wings are not feathered but fleshed, layered with the compressed remains of people who had names and families and fears, and the creature wears them with something that reads disturbingly like pride. Druids familiar with the theology of Renmaeth and the divine forms of the Tharameni would find the shapes within its form almost recognisable, which is perhaps the most unsettling thing about it.<\/p>\n<\/section>\n

The set<\/span><\/p>\n

Limlight was a village mostly spared by the Dragonblight outbreak two years prior. Now it has become the epicentre of the latest outbreak, trapped in an arcane quarantine. The clock is ticking until all within are infected, or wiped out by the kingdom\u2019s contingency and containment plans. A squad of elite knights and paladins now enter, volunteering their lives to try end the outbreak and purge the plague.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The campaign<\/span><\/p>\n

In The Dire End, the party is trapped within the arcane quarantine zone of Limlight Village. The village is a victim of a new strain of Dragonblight, which has erupted only recently. It was very swiftly quarantined by arcane mages of the kingdom of Draksborne, who are now threatening that the entire quarantine zone will be purged in three days, if those inside are not able to end the plague themselves. With the hourglass quickly emptying, the party will need to join forces with a group of volunteers who have entered the quarantine, in a bid to eradicate the infestation and save the lives of hundreds of survivors.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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