The stone passes knowledge of more than just mere bloodthirst and a hunger for death into its first willing wielder. The Harbinger gives her all of its experience with conquerors. All of its understanding of logistics, of campaigns, of terror, sieges, and strategy. And this girl, this creature, twisted into the shape of a massive half-human half she-wolf, absorbs it all as a willing and capable student would. With this creature, this monstrous and determined girl who dared to take up something her ancestors had been taught to avoid at all costs, the Harbinger bring an age of blood, steel, violence, and unmatched war to the world. In every city, its influence can spread. In every heart of every slave, it will fester, it will grow, and it will make its greatest work yet. Through its willing vessel it speaks of dark magick, of how the freed monsters, the former slaves, can do greater work with the blood, bone, and gore left behind after the first massacre. They listen. They gladly do the work. Soon, clad in disguised flesh, they all appear mortal once more. All appear human. But underneath it all, they're still the same bloodthirsty monsters. Some have a few doubts, but their hate overshadows the doubts. Their own anger giving the Harbinger greater power than it could have ever imagined.

Each of them will travel to another city. And there they will spread the curse, spread the power of the Harbinger and its vessel to more downtrodden and destitute individuals. To more enslaved people. And when the time is right, when enough of the great metal cities built by the men moving west-ward, the destroyers of the old ways, are infected, that will be the time when the monsters shall rear their heads. When the disguises shall be shed. When the whole nation, coast to coast, will be torn asunder in one glorious night of horror, dark magic, and vengeance. The Harbinger keeps its promises. The girl will have her request. She will have her vengeance. She will have her fill of the blood of her enemies, until she drowns in it. She will sit upon a throne made from their bones, until it wears her thin. And the Harbinger knows that she will not regret her choice. That she, thin, frail, and sickly as she was, will not ever find cause to regret a single thing about her choices. Not even if they somehow managed to kill her.

The polished grey stone, is a thing of evil, an artifact that makes monsters. Yet it can still respect those around it that are strong. It respected the wizard, for not giving in to the tremendous seductive powers it has. It respected its maker, for being mad enough to make it in the first place, knowing well what the ramifications of its existence are. And it respects the first willing vessel. The first partner that the Harbinger has ever had. Around her, it would forge the empire it was made to create. It would make a nation of monsters. An empire of blood.

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