A strange white star blazes in the night sky. It drives away the oppressive crimson stain of the Curse of Lamalla. Inside Malturrim the Dread Lord shivers and seals himself behind his strongest wards. It is a day of fear and forlorn sorrow for all the forces of chaos. In their tents and homes and on the march, even the bravest orc dares not show his face. The Light of the World blazes forth from the manger, and all falls quiet in this wretched corner of the world.
We'll pick things up where we left off tomorrow.
Merry Christmas!
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