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On a cold spring night a score of years and more ago a tawny kitten reverently pulled a flat, heavy black box out from its hiding place beneath the bed in her adopted home. It was a relic of her true home, and her mother's, carved from an exotic wood and decorated with the simple but perfectly regular interlacing diamonds that their tribe had used for centuries. The kitten paused as she fumbled breifly with the puzzle lock, before it gave off a satisfying click. She lifted the heavy lid slowly, and ran her eyes longingly over the perfectly matched set of jet-black claws within. She turned to her mother, who sat crosslegged on the floor of the

"In the darkness beyond twilight shall the Huntress lie, and the death of a race shall arise from her resting place. "    -The prophecy of Amgmar, seer-king and Red priest of the Church, Chapter VI: Vs. 12. War of the Fall, prologue.     Darkness lay about Her. She cast her gaze frantically in all directions, trying to remember first who, then why and where, She was. Slowly, the black mists of the Astral realm parted before Her, and she recalled a moment of pain so intense she had lost control of her mind and form. Now her gaze sought any who might have witnessed her lapse. She had extinguished minions before simply because they had seen