symbaroum davokar awakensThe exhaustion was overwhelming, the headache all but blinding. Eliana Nidel struggled not to shake where she stood by the southern bridge mount, silently watching the lined up victims of this mornings attack. Old folks. Adolescents. Some barely more than children. She could scarcely remember how many weeks had passed since the darkness started pouring out of Davokar, but surely not more than a handful. Still, by now the raging horde had conquered all