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Patterns of Force (Spiral)

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	The orcs keep coming, probing the Imperial defences. As on several previous occasions, the orc generals demonstrate a remarkable ability to coordinate their attacks, and to respond to Imperial strategy with alacrity. Individual soldiers fight with iron-clad discipline, and on more than one occasion warbands react to events they cannot possibly have been directly aware of, moving to support and relieve allied soldiers with ruthless efficiency. This goes beyond anything achievable with tactics - Urizen [[Urizen_magical_traditions#Seers\|seers]] are left in no doubt that the orcs are making great use of their mastery of [[Day magic]]. Ironic, perhaps.		The orcs keep coming, probing the Imperial defences. As on several previous occasions, the orc generals demonstrate a remarkable ability to coordinate their attacks, and to respond to Imperial strategy with alacrity. Individual soldiers fight with iron-clad discipline, and on more than one occasion warbands react to events they cannot possibly have been directly aware of, moving to support and relieve allied soldiers with ruthless efficiency. This goes beyond anything achievable with tactics - Urizen [[Urizen_magical_traditions#Seers\|seers]] are left in no doubt that the orcs are making great use of their mastery of [[Day magic]]. Ironic, perhaps.
	<div style="float:right; width:400px;"><quote by="General Iron Osric of the Green Shield Army">We are to hold our ground. No matter the cost. The power of Winter sent death is with us. The Storm can never break us.</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width:400px;"><quote by="General Iron Osric of the Green Shield Army">We are to hold our ground. No matter the cost. The power of Winter sent death is with us. The Storm can never break us.</quote></div>
	For the most part the orcs are concentrating on conquering territory and driving off defenders - but they are still the Grendel. Several thousand orcs are more focused on grabbing anything of value that they can get their hands on. This slows their advance a little ... but that is scant consolation to those they are robbing. In addition to raiding the mithril produced by the Legacy, they have also raided the [[Spiral_Spoils_of_War#Dragons_Graveyard\|Dragons Graveyard]] and the [[Spiral_Spoils_of_War#Mavrisma_N.C3.ADki\|Mavrisma Níki]] in Ossuary and the [[Spiral_Spoils_of_War#Procella_Viridis\|~~Procella_Viridis~~]] in Cinion.		For the most part the orcs are concentrating on conquering territory and driving off defenders - but they are still the Grendel. Several thousand orcs are more focused on grabbing anything of value that they can get their hands on. This slows their advance a little ... but that is scant consolation to those they are robbing. In addition to raiding the mithril produced by the Legacy, they have also raided the [[Spiral_Spoils_of_War#Dragons_Graveyard\|Dragons Graveyard]] and the [[Spiral_Spoils_of_War#Mavrisma_N.C3.ADki\|Mavrisma Níki]] in Ossuary and the [[Spiral_Spoils_of_War#Procella_Viridis\|Procella Viridis]] in Cinion.

	They are also rounding up as many captives as possible, and sending them south. Where Grendel and Imperials clash, where the human armies are forced to retreat, the orcs push after them, looking to divide their forces and capture stragglers. Over the course of the season, nearly three thousand Winterfolk and Varushkans are lost - but it is not clear how many have fallen in battle and how many have been captured by the opportunistic Grendel. The fate of those warriors who have been captured is not bright; those who do not die in the salt mines will surely be set to spill out their life blood in the Grendel arenas.		They are also rounding up as many captives as possible, and sending them south. Where Grendel and Imperials clash, where the human armies are forced to retreat, the orcs push after them, looking to divide their forces and capture stragglers. Over the course of the season, nearly three thousand Winterfolk and Varushkans are lost - but it is not clear how many have fallen in battle and how many have been captured by the opportunistic Grendel. The fate of those warriors who have been captured is not bright; those who do not die in the salt mines will surely be set to spill out their life blood in the Grendel arenas.

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	While the army rests, the [[Urizen_culture_and_customs#The_Heliopticon\|Heliopticon]] is busy. Light and dark flicker, bringing terse messages from the [[spire\|spires]] of the [[Foam and Spittle of the Furious Sea\|storm-tossed]] southern coast. From the fishing town of [[Redoubt#Naris\|Elos]] comes news of a major raiding force turned aside by a warband of Imperial heroes. While the town suffered some damage, the [[orc\|orcs]] were prevented from burning it to the ground.		While the army rests, the [[Urizen_culture_and_customs#The_Heliopticon\|Heliopticon]] is busy. Light and dark flicker, bringing terse messages from the [[spire\|spires]] of the [[Foam and Spittle of the Furious Sea\|storm-tossed]] southern coast. From the fishing town of [[Redoubt#Naris\|Elos]] comes news of a major raiding force turned aside by a warband of Imperial heroes. While the town suffered some damage, the [[orc\|orcs]] were prevented from burning it to the ground.

	The remaining fishing boats and trading ships of Elos take shelter from the magical storms in their deep harbour, but with their spyglasses they keep as close an eye as they can on the orc force. They report that the majority of the Lasambrian ground forces have made a disciplined withdrawal back to their ships. The [[~~Imperial~~ navy\|Grendel vessels]] have set their sails - some crimson, some emerald-green - and swiftly departed for open waters. They are not quick enough to outrun the wild [[Spring magic]] already taking hold across the southern coast of Urizen - some of their sails are tattered and torn by the time they pass beyond the ken of the watchers at Elos.		The remaining fishing boats and trading ships of Elos take shelter from the magical storms in their deep harbour, but with their spyglasses they keep as close an eye as they can on the orc force. They report that the majority of the Lasambrian ground forces have made a disciplined withdrawal back to their ships. The [[navy\|Grendel vessels]] have set their sails - some crimson, some emerald-green - and swiftly departed for open waters. They are not quick enough to outrun the wild [[Spring magic]] already taking hold across the southern coast of Urizen - some of their sails are tattered and torn by the time they pass beyond the ken of the watchers at Elos.

	Not all the barbarian forces have departed. The Winter Solstice surprise attack left the orcs in possession of several southern spires. Rousting these remaining orcs would provide little challenge for an [[Army]], but while they remain the southern orcs have a foothold in Naris. Should the Grendel return, the forces left behind would aid them in seizing a beachhead here.		Not all the barbarian forces have departed. The Winter Solstice surprise attack left the orcs in possession of several southern spires. Rousting these remaining orcs would provide little challenge for an [[Army]], but while they remain the southern orcs have a foothold in Naris. Should the Grendel return, the forces left behind would aid them in seizing a beachhead here.

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	The remaining fishing boats and trading ships of Elos take shelter from the magical storms in their deep harbour, but with their spyglasses they keep as close an eye as they can on the orc force. They report that the majority of the Lasambrian ground forces have made a disciplined withdrawal back to their ships. The [[Imperial navy\|Grendel vessels]] have set their sails - some crimson, some emerald-green - and swiftly departed for open waters. They are not quick enough to outrun the wild [[Spring magic]] already taking hold across the southern coast of Urizen - some of their sails are tattered and torn by the time they pass beyond the ken of the watchers at Elos.		The remaining fishing boats and trading ships of Elos take shelter from the magical storms in their deep harbour, but with their spyglasses they keep as close an eye as they can on the orc force. They report that the majority of the Lasambrian ground forces have made a disciplined withdrawal back to their ships. The [[Imperial navy\|Grendel vessels]] have set their sails - some crimson, some emerald-green - and swiftly departed for open waters. They are not quick enough to outrun the wild [[Spring magic]] already taking hold across the southern coast of Urizen - some of their sails are tattered and torn by the time they pass beyond the ken of the watchers at Elos.

	Not all the barbarian forces have departed. The Winter Solstice surprise attack left the orcs in possession of several southern spires. Rousting these remaining orcs would provide little challenge for an [[~~Imperial army~~]], but while they remain the southern orcs have a foothold in Naris. Should the Grendel return, the forces left behind would aid them in seizing a beachhead here.		Not all the barbarian forces have departed. The Winter Solstice surprise attack left the orcs in possession of several southern spires. Rousting these remaining orcs would provide little challenge for an [[Army]], but while they remain the southern orcs have a foothold in Naris. Should the Grendel return, the forces left behind would aid them in seizing a beachhead here.

	The main focus of the remaining forces appears to be the spire of Evenstar - the hospital where Urizen practitioners of Spring and [[Day magic]] worked their magical arts to treat the sick. This spire fell to the barbarians during the Winter solstice - one last desperate flickering of the Heliopticon marking its fall. "''The orcs are here. The gate has fallen.''" Then silence.		The main focus of the remaining forces appears to be the spire of Evenstar - the hospital where Urizen practitioners of Spring and [[Day magic]] worked their magical arts to treat the sick. This spire fell to the barbarians during the Winter solstice - one last desperate flickering of the Heliopticon marking its fall. "''The orcs are here. The gate has fallen.''" Then silence.
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	Thanks to the [[Accept_Druj_peace_treaty_II\|peace treaty]] ratified by the Empire during the Winter Solstice 380YE, the Druj [[orc\|orcs]] are now considered foreigners under [[Imperial_Law_Overview\|Imperial law]].		Thanks to the [[Accept_Druj_peace_treaty_II\|peace treaty]] ratified by the Empire during the Winter Solstice 380YE, the Druj [[orc\|orcs]] are now considered foreigners under [[Imperial_Law_Overview\|Imperial law]].

	In Weirwater, there is still a significant force of unliving husks. They appear similar to those created with a [[Quickening Cold Meat\|certain]] dark [[Winter magic]] [[enchantment]]. The bulk of the unnatural force is focused in western Hawksmoor. It represents a major force, comparable to a [[~~Imperial army~~\|campaign army]].		In Weirwater, there is still a significant force of unliving husks. They appear similar to those created with a [[Quickening Cold Meat\|certain]] dark [[Winter magic]] [[enchantment]]. The bulk of the unnatural force is focused in western Hawksmoor. It represents a major force, comparable to a [[Army\|campaign army]].

	==Wolf in the Fold (Skarsind)==		==Wolf in the Fold (Skarsind)==

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	The Jotun garrisons are alert for a potential invasion, but they are looking north - not south. When the Freeborn enter the woodlands, they are ready for them, ready to fight - but not half so ready for the Navarr who strike from the south, from out of the vallorn. The first engagement is a rout - the orcs fall back as soon as they see the Navarr, clearly mistaking them for some new horror out of the Westwood. They rally quickly, however, once it becomes clear that they are facing a mortal threat.		The Jotun garrisons are alert for a potential invasion, but they are looking north - not south. When the Freeborn enter the woodlands, they are ready for them, ready to fight - but not half so ready for the Navarr who strike from the south, from out of the vallorn. The first engagement is a rout - the orcs fall back as soon as they see the Navarr, clearly mistaking them for some new horror out of the Westwood. They rally quickly, however, once it becomes clear that they are facing a mortal threat.

	The defenders are outclassed, but they are stubborn. The two Imperial armies exchange messengers, and moving quickly and with sure purpose meet up and turn their attention to the last Jotun holdouts. They hold nothing back, but in the end it appears that the long years the Jotun have had to prepare for a serious Imperial assault have worked in their favour. The Imperial forces have taken most of the region, but there are still pockets of orc resistance. Worse, as news spreads of the Imperial attack, Jotun bands from [[Liathaven#Liath Ring\|Liath Ring]] and [[Liathaven#Liavens Glen\|Liavens Glen]] begin to harry the Imperials from the east.		The defenders are outclassed, but they are stubborn. The two Imperial armies exchange messengers, and moving quickly and with sure purpose meet up and turn their attention to the last Jotun holdouts. They hold nothing back, but in the end it appears that the long years the Jotun have had to prepare for a serious Imperial assault have worked in their favour. The Imperial forces have taken most of the region, but there are still pockets of orc resistance. Worse, as news spreads of the Imperial attack, Jotun bands from [[Liathaven#Liath's Ring\|Liath's Ring]] and [[Liathaven#Liavens Glen\|Liavens Glen]] begin to harry the Imperials from the east.

	The Imperials fail to secure the region, but they are very close. The Jotun still control the lightly fortified ruins of the former Navarr steading of Seveneaves, and two or three key points along the route between [[Hahnmark]] and the [[Mournwold]]. If nothing changes, the Empire could secure these final objectives next season. If nothing changes...		The Imperials fail to secure the region, but they are very close. The Jotun still control the lightly fortified ruins of the former Navarr steading of Seveneaves, and two or three key points along the route between [[Hahnmark]] and the [[Mournwold]]. If nothing changes, the Empire could secure these final objectives next season. If nothing changes...

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	The battle of the Greensward rages on and off for three days. The soil is churned to mud by the shed blood, and by the thick, bitter rain that continues to fall throughout the conflict. In the end, orc bodies litter the torn fields of the Greensward like fallen leaves.		The battle of the Greensward rages on and off for three days. The soil is churned to mud by the shed blood, and by the thick, bitter rain that continues to fall throughout the conflict. In the end, orc bodies litter the torn fields of the Greensward like fallen leaves.

	And not only orc bodies. The twin curses the Imperial have unleashed scythe through the defenders as well. All told, perhaps three thousand Imperial soldiers are killed who would otherwise have survived the orc assault - three thousand ~~men and women~~ succumb to wounds that might otherwise have been treatable. Despite the order to give ground, despite the efforts of the Valiant Pegasus, three thousand soldiers die from the lethal combination of the Spring sickness and the sighing Winter wind.		And not only orc bodies. The twin curses the Imperial have unleashed scythe through the defenders as well. All told, perhaps three thousand Imperial soldiers are killed who would otherwise have survived the orc assault - three thousand warriors succumb to wounds that might otherwise have been treatable. Despite the order to give ground, despite the efforts of the Valiant Pegasus, three thousand soldiers die from the lethal combination of the Spring sickness and the sighing Winter wind.

	In the end, although the Imperial host is forced back, it is not forced out of the Mourn entirely. The Jotun control most of the region - but not the whole of the territory. Some of their forces were forced to fight in the north against the Varushkans, rather than aid the attack on Overton. While the Golden Axe is ultimately forced back across the border into Upwold, rallying at [[Sutton Stone Quarries]], they manage to pin down a significant Jotun force that might otherwise have swung the battle in the south.		In the end, although the Imperial host is forced back, it is not forced out of the Mourn entirely. The Jotun control most of the region - but not the whole of the territory. Some of their forces were forced to fight in the north against the Varushkans, rather than aid the attack on Overton. While the Golden Axe is ultimately forced back across the border into Upwold, rallying at [[Sutton Stone Quarries]], they manage to pin down a significant Jotun force that might otherwise have swung the battle in the south.

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Wolf in the Fold (Skarsind)

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	There is a little frustration among some of the captains, especially those from the mines of [[Karsk#Moresvah\|Moresvah]]. "There are quicker ways to break a castle that to lay siege to it," one of them declares. "You break a castle by breaking the people inside." They have their orders, however, and while they may mutter, they will follow them.		There is a little frustration among some of the captains, especially those from the mines of [[Karsk#Moresvah\|Moresvah]]. "There are quicker ways to break a castle that to lay siege to it," one of them declares. "You break a castle by breaking the people inside." They have their orders, however, and while they may mutter, they will follow them.

	One cold, wet morning at the tail end of Winter, while Spring is hanging ~~immanent~~ in the air, the Iron Helms march up the narrow mountain track that is the only approach to Crow's Keep. They do not come stealthily. Their banners are unfurled; their stzena beat loud and hard on their drums; the soldiers raise their voices in the war anthem of the Empire. Their tone is dark, however; they impart to the celebration of Imperial martial might a certain cold edge, a threat, a promise of things to come.		One cold, wet morning at the tail end of Winter, while Spring is hanging imminent in the air, the Iron Helms march up the narrow mountain track that is the only approach to Crow's Keep. They do not come stealthily. Their banners are unfurled; their stzena beat loud and hard on their drums; the soldiers raise their voices in the war anthem of the Empire. Their tone is dark, however; they impart to the celebration of Imperial martial might a certain cold edge, a threat, a promise of things to come.

	They have sent runners ahead, to tell the defenders of [[Skarsind#Crow.E2.80.99s_Ridge\|Crow's Keep]] that they are coming, and that they expect to be met by Dogri Thulebane, and by the criminals he shelters. The messengers meet them halfway up the mountain, the response of the Winterfolk a predictable silence.		They have sent runners ahead, to tell the defenders of [[Skarsind#Crow.E2.80.99s_Ridge\|Crow's Keep]] that they are coming, and that they expect to be met by Dogri Thulebane, and by the criminals he shelters. The messengers meet them halfway up the mountain, the response of the Winterfolk a predictable silence.

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	[[Category:Recent History]] [[Category:381YE]] [[Category:Military Council]]		[[Category:Recent History]] [[Category:381YE Spring]] [[Category:Military Council]]
	{{CaptionedImage\|file=Let This Be Your Last Battlefield.jpg\|align=left\|width=600}}		{{CaptionedImage\|file=Let This Be Your Last Battlefield.jpg\|align=left\|width=600}}
	==Overview==		==Overview==

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	Not all the Imperial forces are prepared to retreat, however. The Drakes - the first army of the Marches - the only Marcher army present - refuses to retreat. They plant their feet firmly in the soil of the Greensward, and challenge the Jotun to face them. The Valiant Pegasus consider only the wounded - having exchanged the expertise of their war engineers for the mastery of the Highborn apothecaries and chirurgeons. They will tend the injured, and stay in the Mourn as long as there are soldiers to be healed.		Not all the Imperial forces are prepared to retreat, however. The Drakes - the first army of the Marches - the only Marcher army present - refuses to retreat. They plant their feet firmly in the soil of the Greensward, and challenge the Jotun to face them. The Valiant Pegasus consider only the wounded - having exchanged the expertise of their war engineers for the mastery of the Highborn apothecaries and chirurgeons. They will tend the injured, and stay in the Mourn as long as there are soldiers to be healed.
	<div style="float:right; width: 400px;"><quote by="General Nicassia Avicia of Phoenix Reach, of the Citadel Guard">Sentinels of the Citadel Guard, we are where we are needed. We are in enemy territory. Here, through me, through you, we will pull down curses and enchantments to cripple our enemies the Jotun. You are the finest warriors of the Empire. We will make them bleed. We will make them break. Make me proud.</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 400px;"><quote by="General Nicassia Avicia of Phoenix Reach, of the Citadel Guard">Sentinels of the Citadel Guard, we are where we are needed. We are in enemy territory. Here, through me, through you, we will pull down curses and enchantments to cripple our enemies the Jotun. You are the finest warriors of the Empire. We will make them bleed. We will make them break. Make me proud.</quote></div>
	The Empire is prepared for the Jotun advance and more than prepared. The presence of the ~~magi~~ of the Citadel Guard has allowed the Empire to focus powerful ritual [[curse\|curses]] onto the Mournwold. On the first night after the Winter Solstice, the heavy rain thickens with pestilence, turning [[Rivers Run Red\|blood red]]. The streams and rivers are next - tainted by malign [[Spring magic]] that infests the waterways and brings venomous insects, promotes sickness, and causes any wound to fester and rot.		The Empire is prepared for the Jotun advance and more than prepared. The presence of the mages of the Citadel Guard has allowed the Empire to focus powerful ritual [[curse\|curses]] onto the Mournwold. On the first night after the Winter Solstice, the heavy rain thickens with pestilence, turning [[Rivers Run Red\|blood red]]. The streams and rivers are next - tainted by malign [[Spring magic]] that infests the waterways and brings venomous insects, promotes sickness, and causes any wound to fester and rot.

	On the second night, a cold wind sighs from the east, bringing with it the promise of worse to come. From that point on, the weak and the sick in the Mournwold begin to die. Most pass silently, painlessly in their sleep. The curse seems to take away the pain and suffering of dying - but at a terrible price. Once the fighting start it is clear that this second curse will take its toll on the warriors as well. Already prone to slow death from rotting wounds due to the Spring magic, even those who might otherwise have had the strength to survive infected wounds quickly succumb, dying suddenly with a single, final, sighing exhalation. There are reports here and there of an odd figure being sighted near some of those who die - a matronly woman with a kind face, and a quiet voice, clad in autumnal browns. She does not speak to the living, only those who later succumb to their wounds, or their sickness, or their exhaustion. Her description is circulated, but it does little to stop the stories of her appearances.		On the second night, a cold wind sighs from the east, bringing with it the promise of worse to come. From that point on, the weak and the sick in the Mournwold begin to die. Most pass silently, painlessly in their sleep. The curse seems to take away the pain and suffering of dying - but at a terrible price. Once the fighting start it is clear that this second curse will take its toll on the warriors as well. Already prone to slow death from rotting wounds due to the Spring magic, even those who might otherwise have had the strength to survive infected wounds quickly succumb, dying suddenly with a single, final, sighing exhalation. There are reports here and there of an odd figure being sighted near some of those who die - a matronly woman with a kind face, and a quiet voice, clad in autumnal browns. She does not speak to the living, only those who later succumb to their wounds, or their sickness, or their exhaustion. Her description is circulated, but it does little to stop the stories of her appearances.

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	... and that is all anyone in [[The Barrens#Dawnguard\|Dawnguard]] can say with any certainty.		... and that is all anyone in [[The Barrens#Dawnguard\|Dawnguard]] can say with any certainty.
	<div style="float:right; width: 400px;"><quote by="Goran Dobromir">I have everything I wanted. You are no longer my responsibility.</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 400px;"><quote by="Goran Dobromir">I have everything I wanted. You are no longer my responsibility.</quote></div>
	The situation in [[Weirwater]] is also a little uncertain. Since they [[380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war#Black_.28Karsk_and_Weirwater.29\|emerged]] from [[Karsk]] and crossed [[the Semmerlak]] in Summer last year, the army of the unquiet dead has avoided direct conflict wherever possible. Oh, their march has hardly been bloodless - they are flesh hungry shambling cadavers after all - but for the most part they have actively avoided confrontation with Imperial forces. Even when they were [[380YE_Autumn_Equinox_winds_of_war#Slaughter_in_Astolat\|engaged]] in [[Astolat]] by the Golden Axe, and the defenders of the [[Astolat#The_Castle_of_Thorns\|Castle of Thorns]], they preferred to retreat rather than fight Imperial forces. They spent the last season spread across south-western Weirwater - beneath the trees of [[Weirwater#Garthsmoor\|Garthsmoor]], [[Weirwater#~~Weirsmoor~~\|~~Weirsmoor~~]], and [[Weirwater#Hawksmoor\|Hawksmoor]].		The situation in [[Weirwater]] is also a little uncertain. Since they [[380YE_Summer_Solstice_winds_of_war#Black_.28Karsk_and_Weirwater.29\|emerged]] from [[Karsk]] and crossed [[the Semmerlak]] in Summer last year, the army of the unquiet dead has avoided direct conflict wherever possible. Oh, their march has hardly been bloodless - they are flesh hungry shambling cadavers after all - but for the most part they have actively avoided confrontation with Imperial forces. Even when they were [[380YE_Autumn_Equinox_winds_of_war#Slaughter_in_Astolat\|engaged]] in [[Astolat]] by the Golden Axe, and the defenders of the [[Astolat#The_Castle_of_Thorns\|Castle of Thorns]], they preferred to retreat rather than fight Imperial forces. They spent the last season spread across south-western Weirwater - beneath the trees of [[Weirwater#Garthsmoor\|Garthsmoor]], [[Weirwater#Weirmoor\|Weirmoor]], and [[Weirwater#Hawksmoor\|Hawksmoor]].

	On the last night of the Winter Solstice, something happens. According to eye-witnesses from [[Weirwater#Applefell\|Applefell]] and Hawthorn, the green corpse-lights and emerald fires that mark the presence of these dangerous horrors suddenly flared up, turning rapidly from green to blue to purple to red. At the same time, thousands of unliving throats let loose an unspeakable, gleeful howling that froze the blood of those who heard it, and sent all save the most courageous fleeing for home.		On the last night of the Winter Solstice, something happens. According to eye-witnesses from [[Weirwater#Applefell\|Applefell]] and Hawthorn, the green corpse-lights and emerald fires that mark the presence of these dangerous horrors suddenly flared up, turning rapidly from green to blue to purple to red. At the same time, thousands of unliving throats let loose an unspeakable, gleeful howling that froze the blood of those who heard it, and sent all save the most courageous fleeing for home.

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	~~[[Category:History]]~~ [[Category:Recent History]] [[Category:381YE]] [[Category:Military Council]]		[[Category:Recent History]] [[Category:381YE]] [[Category:Military Council]]
	{{CaptionedImage\|file=Let This Be Your Last Battlefield.jpg\|align=left\|width=600}}		{{CaptionedImage\|file=Let This Be Your Last Battlefield.jpg\|align=left\|width=600}}
	==Overview==		==Overview==