Slaughter

Disaster / Destruction

The warforged have grown angry

After our denial of the warforged gift, they came with flaming arrows and unnatural armor, we could not penetrate with our weapons. They have grown alarmingly powerful. They laid waste to East side of Breace, thousands have died and the people are demanding action. Our queen has thought long and hard, but to no avail, we have no way to defend ourselves against their rising troops. Then, suddenly, on the seventh day of invasion, the queen walked out with purple locks, strange after that of her flowing brown hair. She approached the opposing war general and whispered something in his ear.   He collapsed. He was dead.   This day will never be forgotten, we have decided to celebrate it annually, to pay our respects to those who have fallen