Darkness creeps across the land. Day and night the undead roam the world of legends in search of their fellow creepers. They heed their masters' call as the cultists voices are carried by the winter winds reflecting off of the mountains to the north like a great horn billowing the call to arms. The wolves howl in protest of the foul winds song as they rally in the great forests of the snow elves that offer them shelter as beasts of nature. The world of legends is now a cold dark place as once great human kingdoms lay smashed and broken only to freeze and stagnate over the winter months. What little army the kingdoms had left fled to the hills and valleys in search of refuge until the land was safe once more.

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