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// Interlude 1 
// Story: A Paladin's Penance 
// by thecookiewookie 
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	Far to the south in the Sea of Sand, a massive skeleton sat. 
The great hulk was nearly the size of a city, and resembled one too, for seven jagged towers dotted its back, and within its rib cage swarmed thousands of beings. A brilliant flash came from the tallest of the towers as the colossal skeleton swung its head about, searching for intruders.
Setting down his crystal ball, a tall, withered monster laughed, a sound like gravel being rubbed against rough parchment. It was just perfect. Finally, his curse had worked, and one of the Gatecrashers had become separated from the rest. Now was the time to hunt him down, to begin to remove his rivals one by one. 
The Lich-King Yarnath smiled, pulling his taut, mummified lips into a horrifying grimace around his tombstone-like teeth. Yes, the troublesome paladin had ended up far from his allies, and in such a helpless world, no less. 
He walked to the rim of his tower, casting a minor spell as he went. As his undead hordes mustered below him, his empty eyes shone with a sickly green light. Yes, this new world would most certainly fall to him. He commanded a force of ten thousand undead warriors, quartered inside a skeleton so large as to be a city. 
As the last of his zombie thralls finished gathering below, Yarnath held up his right arm. Each of his minions slowly did the same, and the lich laughed again. Slither, the Citadel of Bones, shook beneath him. As the great animate city lifted itself out of the sand on its six legs and began shambling forward, Yarnath returned to his tower. His scrying glass had shown him where the paladin had gone. He had only to perform the ritual, and soon his mighty army would follow the dragonborn into that new world, to crush him once and for all.