32nd of Vhalar 719
Wald was in his camp when a strange sensation came over him. The flying panther had eluded his efforts to try and hunt it, and Rasul was awfully quiet at the moment. A rare moment of lucidity, a clarity that was hard to find in these days where his mind was so troubled.
After the moment of clear quiet, he could hear what sounded like metal-clad footsteps approaching from the south. If he looked up, he'd see a powerful, tall; figure in half plate, bearing the crown of the Eternal Empire on her brow. She stopped, shook her head at Wald, and then resumed her approach.
"Collateral damage happens in war, Wald." She said to him. Was this another vision, or was it truly Raskalarn? He felt a sudden vitality and strength flooding into his arms. The Might of the Conquerer was his to command for now, and something else. Prey was calling to him. This animal was unlike others that he was accustomed to tracking. It walked on two legs and bore a great weapon, a bone-maul carved from the bones of a mammoth. Wald could see him now, all clad in hides and fur, and two heads taller than himself.
A crown of shadow encircled this one's brow, marking him as one who was reviled by Raskalarn. A true enemy of the Eternal Empire.
"I want you to find this Mortal Foe." Raskalarn told him, "Bring him to heel, as only a true son of the Empire can. He has harassed and vandalized my holdings to the north of the Empire, and now he's come to Viden, to rest on the laurels of having despoiled our ancestral lands."
"Do this, Wald. And you may keep my blessing." Raskalarn commanded, "Or fail, and share in his fate, to bear the black circlet of a traitor to our cause."