A droplet of blood trickled down Baerron Jael's temple, originating from a small hole in the top of his head. His orb-like eyes were fixated on a dusty tomb, its pages yellowed and greatly worn from countless years of existence. The Fourth Seal was nearing its breaking point, all he needed was time. And time he shall have. The daemon did not know to what extent the Orcs would stir once woken from their torpor at the smell of man flesh. But from the moment their interests aligned with the daemons, he found them to be incredibly industrious and prolific in their training and blacksmithy. Orcs are not known to boast of many skills, but warfare was certainly chief among them. But there was more than just the Orcs... The daemon sensed them... the Lieutenants loyal to the no-gone Lord Soth. Small, disparate bands of cultists and the undead would march against the Lightbringers in their crusade to retake the Shrine of Compassion (see here: Breaking the Third Seal) Baerron Jael used his thumb to smear the droplet of blood along the side of his skull-like visage. This great chess game between the Orcs, the Lightbringers, and the loyalists of Lord Soth would prove to be most intriguing... As each of the seals broke, the master's magic grew stronger and the corruption at each of the shrines deepened. The tasks used to cleanse the shrines in the past would be ineffectual at the Shrine of Compassion. But ever the studious and meddling Lightbringers, they found a way... (see here: Looking for Answers). But the Orcs did not disappoint. Anticipating the method that the Lightbringers would employ at the Shrine of Compassion, the Orcs enacted a plan which would remove a number of wisps necessary to cleanse the Shrine of Compassion and force the Lightbringers to come to them, as well as lead them into numerous ambushes to weaken their forces (see here: Breaking the Third Seal, once more). As the time drew near, Baerron Jael peered across the ether to espy the Lightbringers and the forces against them. (OOC note: The battlers were too numerous and the quest itself too grand for me to write in regards to every happenstance and picture - they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here is a roughly 80,000+ word essay worth of pictures - these are posted chronologically and you can refer to the larger map at the bottom to know where each takes place): A huge thank you to everyone who participated in the night's events. There was a huge number of players involved here, and it looks like a few newer players joined along the way as well. A tremendous thank you to the Orcs for their brilliant display of tactics on the field, utilizing the terrain to deal great casualties to a force roughly triple their size or more. And a great big thank you to Pegbyter for running it. I might have skipped out on a lot of writing this time around, but please do not let it stop you from adding your own stories/pictures of the quest this night.