Surrounded.
Yet our hearts will harbour no despair.
The numberless enemy approaches.
Yet we will face them with elven steel in our hands.
Serrulin and his reavers have been sent across Ulthuan, with word of our demise.
Yet with their departure, also diminishes our numbers even more.
Time is of essence, I pray it won't be long before the entire elven nation rises to fight this threat.
We will buy the time with our lives.
~last dispatch by Sentinel Tinothien of the 1st Tor Annoc Spear Regiment.
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A flock of furies flutters after the reavers, cackling...
A gaggle of garrulous nurglings burrow underground...
The question, unanswered: Why have the daemons come?
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