 ach of the Twelve had been brought up to the
Godly Plane just before death, and had been healed fully.
We were not dead, only residing in the Plane until the
time would come that we were to be sent back down to the
Mortal Plane of existence, to bring back the Faith, as we
believed in it, and as our Gods related it to us. soon learned
that the Dark Mages were also repelled, and the realm
saved, but not until they had deposed of every other
priest in the land. They had organized, secretly, and
without the priests' knowledge, to have a final showdown
between Neutral, Good, and Evil Paths on the plains. A
Mage had approached each Path disguising herself as a
deserter from the other Paths, and convinced each leader
that they were weak, and that they need to be defeated
quickly.
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The three
Paths met on the plains, every priest in the realm,
except the Twelve True, marching with them. They began
the battle, but soon realized that their powers were gone.
The gods had turned from them in their arrogance and
selfishness, and had left them powerless. The priests
panicked.  he Dark Mages,
expecting to see a battle, and then having one on their
own hands, finally realized what had happened, and
swooped in for the final kill. It was a slaughter.
 orpses piled
one upon another, their once holy blood staining the
ground a deep red that would never disappear. The Dark
Mages showed no mercy, and not only killed all the
priests, but tortured the few remaining priests for days,
letting them linger on the verge of death, until the last
breath escaped from the last priest remaining.
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