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With a slight shudder of the earth, a pile of mouldy bones upon the other-wise desolate crypt floor rearranged themselves into a skeleton, reaching down to draw a rusted, large greatsword from its moth-eaten sheath. Another, new blade comes swinging out of the darkness towards it with brute force, cracking in its skull, and with a thrust, tangles itself within a mass of broken, shattered ribs. A large, metal boot quickly relieves the new blade from its malady, sending the pile of bones back to the floor where it belongs. The boot and its brother walk towards a corpse laying in the distance, and above the boots, a flicker of recognition emanates beneath a cold visor. The dead body of that woman is lifted up, and hurled over the newcomers shoulder...

... miles away and much later, the same body is thrown before the tomb of Ythazz Buvaar, lying where it had once rested for mere moments long ago. Melanna Jindaern has fallen.