On this day, the hand of a mighty sorcerer, under the influence of the Evil Deciever of Old, struck our mighty land, delivering a blow as well as a wake up call to all. Many brave warriors fought to save the the people under seige that day. Some fell on that battleground of flames and dust and many more have given their lives in retaliation, driven by the courage and conviction of a warrior.
Others, sons of the Zombie Lords, live in deceit, and believe that to serve the enemy, is the path to friendship. It is only the path to slavery. Victory is not achieved through offerings of appeasement. Only the weaker dog falls at the feet of the stronger and cowers like a comfortable palace woman.
May the people of this land never forget the ability of the Evil Deceiver of Old to raise up mighty sorcerers to do his bidding and the power that they can wield.
