Decrepit meat wagons scavenged from a noxious glade somewhere in olden Eastweald were driven into Death’s Breach. They heralded the coming of the grim soldiers – men and women that were no longer hiding their beliefs, men and women that decided to make a stand on their very own ancestral grounds, here in Lordaeron. Of course, he knew very well that some only marched with him out of fear. And any hint of the new Executor’s uncertainty, he expelled with brutality and rash decisions. The wagons were lined up by his command, marking his claim to this land for everyone to see. What brittle camp the Ebon Order left, it would soon be turned into a fortress.
The chain of command was established within the hour, with him only second to the new Executor – any other outcome would have lead to slaughter of his own. The nearby mine was also seized, just as defenses were erected and soldiers sent to patrol. Within the night of their arrival, the Gest and Garde turned Death’s Breach into a bulwark for The Dark Lady. Now, there was only one thing to do: Set their grand plan in motion.
And so, a black army ravaged through the young king’s lands, leaving behind only soulless husks.
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