ir Jeffulot had traveled the current week from town to town gathering
special supplies to support his evil plan... His goal was to overthrow the
WadAsian government and again rule the land. The turmoil that had recently
overwhelmed WadAsia had left the government weak and divided and it was a
good time to try and regain control.
Jeffulot had gathered special blasting powder for his special rockets... He
had gathered special herbs to make himself invincible during battle... He
also had been undergoing some fierce training with the wise one in the north...
Ah, yes, he was prepared... He only awaits word from the current King.... He
sits upon a large rock just outside the eastern walls of the castle and
sharpens his sword and peers up toward the King's chamber. A group of hawks
circle slowly over the courtyard, knowing of death to be soon, they wait...
The Sun sets.... still no word from within the castle....
The cold wind begins to sweep across the hills and dance Jeffulot's hair and
chill his nose... and still, no word from within the castle.... still waits
he, sharpening and waiting... waiting and sharpening....
~ The WadAsian High Council
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