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On the road to Bendir dale, one would see a macrabe scene. A man, bald, naked, and hanging by his ankles from a tree. Carved with an experts hands into his scalp, a perfect rendition of Cyrics dark sunburst, the grass all around the base of the tree, soaked in blood.

Bubbles, along one of her routine walks between Cordor and the Forest areas would see this, cover her hands with her mouth in a gasp of horror, and run straight back to Cordor, crying "Crimson Man!!!"

A middle-aged man stands in silence in front of the dead man, rubbing his chin in thought and frowning deeply. After a few moments of contemplation, he gives a sharp nod and quietly walks away, his expression hardening.

Has he returned from the mountains? If so, what is he trying to prove with this?

A few metres away from the tree, he turns around to take a final glimpse at the scene.

Then again, this could be ... "new blood".

The days and weeks were coming to past and still the mountain was whispering about the horror dwelling somewhere deep within it. The tiefling was still training himself.

*Serion sees the occasional displays, keeping up to date with their actions*

I've done it once, I'll do it again. Tread carefully, murderers- For Serion will find you.

*He walks off, shrouding himself in the shadows of the cliffs*

Day of the Dark Sun

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