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Discord's Fortress
As you stand in the dark stone halls, the frightening visage of Discord's fiery body painted on the floor beneath you, facing the black, spiked iron gate that enters into the realm of Discord, you Fiends know your purpose here.
The being called Discord has summoned you, to fight in a war far beyond your own lands, to slay the being called Harmony. They say it is to prevent her from imposing an artificial order upon all things, or perhaps to preserve the chaos of all things, to prevent the stagnation and decay of all that exists. You may have your own reasons to fight, of course; perhaps you truly agree with the cause, or perhaps you simply wish to oppose those who would oppose you. It matters not; Discord desires only your cooperation, not your ideology. He demands no tribute save the defeat of her Champions and asks no goal save for the fall of Harmony.
What is curious is that none of you have seen the face of Discord, except the one called Thiyr, the sole Fiend who Discord permits through the doors, the one who told you all this and the man who walks out from the closing gates before you.
Thiyr stands taller than most mortal men or indeed mortals at all, a head of long brown hair and a short beard lending the image more of a shepherd than an emperor, clad in simple, yet effective armour, hues of silver and blue throughout. The blue fur-rimmed cape and brooch of two crossed axes over a stylised moon holding a sash across his chest are the only concessions the man makes to luxury. His sword, never yet seen drawn, hangs in a scabbard on his belt. Thiyr seems non-plussed by it, but any of you who draw near feel as if your lives are being slowly drained away simply by standing near it. More intense are his shockingly blue eyes, exuding an aura of authority and peering out like ice from his head. All around him, he exudes an aura of dominance, as if you stand in the presence of a calm god, waiting for his fury to be unleashed.
As he speaks, his voice is deep, yet soft, akin more to a preacher or an orator than the emperor he claims to be.
"You who share the cup of power, Discord has called upon me to convey a mission unto you."
All active Fiends (all approved Fiends) may speak.