As the noonday sun was high in the sky, a single Cyricist appeared in front of the Morninglord Temple as if from nowhere. He spoke a brief 'doom and gloom' message to those gathered. The crowd seemed largely unconcerned by his words and mildly bothered by his presence, and as magic was beginning to be cast he chose to retreat from sight with the help of his blessings.
As darkness descended, the Cyricists known to many as "The Harbinger" and "The Deceiver" prowled the lands to spread their message of Fear, Fate, and The Dark Sun by force. They clashed multiple times with lone individuals or small groups, leaving the surrounding area littered in spots of blood, scorch marks, and other signs of frantic battle. Blades crossed, spells were cast, and even a lone gunshot rang out in the night as multiple skirmishes took place. In the end, the Cyricists claimed a victory in the name of their foul god and vanished to some unknown hide-away. Around six brave combatants fell to their dark magics and wicked blades, and yet more fled into the night, just managing to escape with their lives. As the rays of dawn reached out over the horizon, the only sign left of them was a parchment laying in the road - a parchment bearing a ghostly white skull backed by a purple and black sunburst.