Of Sullied Oaths and Broken Things
"I looked into the Mirror, and did not recongize what I saw."
Before the gates of Hazduun, hung the corpse of one Anri, the lover of one Trafalgar. Her body was crushed, beaten, and clearly the woman had died in agony. Signs of wider conflict in the outerskirts of Hazduun was apparnt- She, afterall, was not the only victim, given the blood found in streets and doorways. Just the only one as of yet displayed.
A note was nailed to her broken chest.
"To the Hazduun and Savage alliance. Witness the effect of your deceit. Your alliance so claims the holy mission of ridding the world of a Vampiric menace, one that you and you alone insist exists, when the Seerdom themself confirms none remain, yet you, in your blind need for blood and sport, ignore the cancer among your citizenry. For a people that claim to bring the world good, we find it appalling that your people practice the dark, demonic, and unacceptable art of Necromancy, one acquired only by the heretical interaction with the Death Rune in the southern swamps."
"You have transgressed once. You will forever pay until your debt is settled, and your dark, corrupted hearts made pure."