Near dawn on the morning of February 11, every sentient creature on the island of Vassuryn hears the same message, magically projected across all of their consciousnesses at once, grating like fingernails on a blackboard:
LAMENTATION AND WOE! LONG HAVE I WAITED IN THE BOWELS OF THE EARTH, WHILE THE OFFSPRING OF THOSE WHO BETRAYED ME WALKED UNDER THE LIGHT OF DAY, AND ATE THE FAT OF THE LAND, AND DRANK OF THE GOOD THINGS OF THE EARTH IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING. BUT NO MORE. THE TRAITOR'S DAY HAS COME TO AN END. NOW FALLS THE UNQUIET NIGHT, WHEN MY CHILDREN WILL GNAW THE BONES OF THE FAT CHILDREN OF THE DAY, AND MY OFFSPRING WILL DRINK THE BLOOD OF THE MEN OF THE EARTH UNDER A SUNLESS SKY. I AM TRAZYNEL, AND I HAVE RETURNED.
Weather: 12 (Freezing Rain and Snow - Troop movement impossible)
Initiative Order for the week:
- The Undead Legions
- Men of Hambley
- The Beastman Hordes
- Principality of Oraving
- Wood Elves of Arbelladon
Troop Movements
1 Spectre and 50 Zombies move to the mountain pass outside the Ironburg (025,016) and start raising the bodies of the dead.
2 Spectres and 100 Zombies movie to 027,013.
Reinforcements
120 Kobold Light Infantry arrive at the Ironburg, sent from the Underlords below to make war on mankind.
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