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// A Terrible Task 
// Story: PonyHammer 40,000: Magic of War | Winter Strike 
// by Dragon Heart 
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	The Eldeer had found the Titan. The great war machine lied buried in rubble and snow, unused for who knows how long, but they had no use for it. The Assembly, the Soul Stone, and their other structures materialized at the sight. Toldear stood before her warriors with beauty and grace.

"My brothers and sisters of nature and song..." She said, "a terrible task falls to us. The Necronies, our ancestor-foes and destroyer of our sister species have returned. Even to this millennium, some Woodworlds lie in silent ruin because of them, millions of brothers and sisters guttered out like weak candles. We cannot abide this travesty again. To obliterate the soul itself is an act of utter, unprecedented malice that we cannot allow. The Necronies must pay for their actions. Today... they answer to us."

The Warlock trotted up to the Farseer with the news she had been expecting. "Farseer Toldear... Necrony Monoliths sighted."

"So it is." Toldear sighed, "Every battle must be a war unto itself. There can be no partial triumphs, for the Necronies will return again and again." She turned to her warriors. "Prepare yourselves. Today we war."