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The Witches did not see it coming. Meticulously planned attacks on their Clan homelands, villages left in ruin, forever stained by wretched eldritch blasts. What was more their culture symbols of power had been seized from them in the wake of the Nightsisters’ pillaging. Everything from land, secret arts of Allya, herds of rancors, and slaves had been ripped from their very grasp. The Nightsisters’ attacks were relentless and ruthless, striking hard and fast where the Witches least expected it. In the aftermath of the attacks one thing was certain: the Nightsisters were organized. Their joint offensive had left a number of the Witch clans decimated. Bloodraven had been behind this new surge of Nightsister imposed cruelty. While the Witches tried to rally behind a strong leader of their own, Bloodraven’s united Nightsisters accumulated more and more power for themselves.
This day was no different than many of the others, the Witches put forward what defenses they could, showing their dark sisters they were not weak, but ultimately their resistance was futile until they could establish a more unified power base.
The village burned with the fiery passion of warrior Witches and their trained slaves. Huts and tents alight with the fire of freshly employed Nightsister lightning. Deep in a ravine a small group of Red Hills Clan Witches made their final stand. Setting careful traps for their approaching enemies, the Witches waited in ambush for the approaching Nightsisters, hiding themselves among the wreckage of their village’s crumbling structures.
This day was no different than many of the others, the Witches put forward what defenses they could, showing their dark sisters they were not weak, but ultimately their resistance was futile until they could establish a more unified power base.
The village burned with the fiery passion of warrior Witches and their trained slaves. Huts and tents alight with the fire of freshly employed Nightsister lightning. Deep in a ravine a small group of Red Hills Clan Witches made their final stand. Setting careful traps for their approaching enemies, the Witches waited in ambush for the approaching Nightsisters, hiding themselves among the wreckage of their village’s crumbling structures.