Warlords Under Siege [UPDATED]

The messenger spits blood. ‘They don’t tire, my lord. They don’t negotiate. And every one of our dead... puts on a helmet.’

I. The Premise In the sprawling, blood-soaked continent of Varnak , the age of empires has collapsed. A decade of civil war, magical fallout, and peasant revolts has shattered the central monarchy into a patchwork of fiefdoms. Now, a new terror emerges from the blighted eastern wastelands: The Hollow Host —a hive-mind army of husk-like soldiers led by a rogue necromancer known only as the Silent King . Warlords Under Siege

Welcome to the siege. There is no retreat. There is no reinforcements. There is only what you are willing to burn. End of Write-Up The messenger spits blood