LilDaddy

match 2 pairing: - Shitwipes vs Plaguebringers - Dark Dredge vs Flamers - True Grail vs Wrathbringers

In the jagged, blood-soaked cradle of the Eastern Alps, the border between the Duchy of Bavaria and the blackened ruins of Venice has become a charnel house. While the Great Powers grind against one another in the valleys below, a more insidious enemy stalks the high altitude: a new Plague of Beelzebub rages, turning the pristine snow into a field of rot. Emerging from the freezing mists of the Brenner Pass, a figure known as the Pale Orator has begun a pilgrimage through the dying hamlets of the Tyrol. She walks where even the Knights Hospitaller fear to tread. From the boarded-up windows of Innsbruck to the mountain-clinging shrines of Berchtesgaden, her voice rings with an impossible, haunting clarity. In the shadow of the Grossglockner massif, she enters the Lazarus Houses, hospitals where the air is thick with the stench of gangrene. She wears no mask and seeks no protection. The Orator tells a harrowing tale of her own "Ascension through Agony," claiming her lungs were once filled with the black fluid before the Almighty burned it away. Now, she whispers of a salvation that requires only absolute, terrifying surrender. But as her influence grows, a third power has begun to stir from the permafrost, the Lost Company of the Dolomiti. A spectral legion of soldiers who died in the high-altitude skirmishes, their souls denied both Heaven and the Pits of Hell. They have found in the Pale Orator not a saint, but a conduit. As she "heals" the living, she is unknowingly thinning the veil, allowing these translucent, mud-caked horrors to claw their way back into reality. Clad in rusted Great War kit and trailing frozen entrails, they march in the wake of her procession, press-ganging the souls of the freshly dead into their phantom ranks. The Church remains deeply divided. To the desperate peasants of the Salzach Valley, she is a living saint; to the Inquisitors watching from the fortresses of Salzburg, she is a vessel for an infernal deception. Yet, the true threat lies in the growing army of the dead at her back. Whether she is a genuine conduit of Grace or a puppet for the ghosts beneath the Alpine ice, her Flock of the Afflicted is growing, and the spectral bayonets of the dead are thirsting for the blood of the living.