Notes, non-cannon, Up for Consideration potential spoiler

The Cathedral was taken. The Forge Room was taken. The Great Mother has fallen. That thing, that beast of a Shadow, ripped its way through our defenses. It sent a proverbial wave of spawn and shadow touched against the walls like a grotesque pantomime of fury.
Those half rotten, deformed souls overwhelmed our guard. Fifty to one, we never stood a chance. We heard the Great Mother’s voice ring out, bathing the Citadel in power. We felt our blood boil, we felt a sadness and rage we had never experienced. We focused on the spawn, not wanting to kill our brethren, though changed. For everyone of us they took, we took a hundred more.
Those they grabbed of us, they changed. That Shadow corrupting the souls in front of us, laughing as he called himself the Great Father. That his children would fight beside him in death, and forever after.
As the last of us retreated to make our stand around the defenses of the Cathedral, The Great Mother told us to flee. We refused to abandon her, she commanded us to leave. Still we refused, and she told us she was proud of us. She opened some lord's forsaken portal and teleported us to the Queen of the Fae, and her army.
All the news we got afterward was from a grief stricken Queen, that the Great Mother had leveled the Citadel fighting the Shadow. But, the Shadow still prevailed. For the next few days an endless meteor show filled our skies, Syn had explained it, but I don’t remember what she told us. I couldn’t understand what had happened, where was my Goddess… We have lost, we have no recourse, I only see darkness on the horizon…
[spoiler]-Page taken from an ancient Namoux Fortress beneath Skjalich. Gjorn and Ilgor translated it, before taking the information back to the SkullBrood Clan, and the city of Glaion. Where afterwards, a discussion about the events takes place.-