![]() Thirty thousand Imperial heroes, warbands and captains and lone champions, join the armies. Bound warriors of the Chained Throne, they have a very different idea of what constitutes a good fight than the knights of the Summer Queen. Thanks to the sacrifice of the witches of Dawn, a cohort of silent knights bound in sable steel fight with the Hounds of Glory. They seem almost as eager to test their mettle against the other warriors, drawn from the realms beyond. The knights of glory seem eager to meet the Druj in battle, to test their bright fury against the dripping malice of the orcs. With the Citadel Guard stand a still legion of lithe elfin spear-dancers, draped in scarlet and gold, and no matter how deep the shadows of the Barrens, they seem always to be wreathed in sunlight. Alongside the Varushkan armies fight crimson-armoured schlacta drawn from the Fields of Glory, their helms forged in the fearsome visage of wolf, or bear, or snarling lion. From the south, with Zenith freed if not healed, come the Citadel Guard, bringing the cold fury of the winter storm against the orcs of the Mallum.Įleven armies, draped in the enchantments of the Empire's magicians. From the north, from Ossium, come the Imperial Orcs of the Winter Sun, eager to shatter the chains of the Druj's slaves. As the Valiant Pegasus withdraws, the Seventh Wave slips quietly into the Barrens, making the shadows beneath the trees their own, Vigilant against the foe.Īs the Imperial armies assemble on the Steel Causeway, two new forces come to join them. In place of the Iron Helms come the Golden Axe, and with the Northern Eagle they will teach the orcs of the Mallum that there are more things to fear than them in the world. The Wolves of War are joined by the Towerjacks, fresh from their triumphal procession through the streets of Holberg, eager to apply what they know to the destruction of the Spires of Dusk. The armies of Dawn are gathered together in one place, with one ambition. ![]() The Iron Helms and the Valiant Pegasus have withdrawn, but in their place come a host of Imperial soldiers, fresh to the fray. Listen, though, and in that clash you can hear the sound of ruin, and of worlds ending. ![]() Last season, the Empire and the Mallum crashed together, and virtue and spite were evenly matched. A sea of swords, a sky of storms, a promise of war. Eleven Imperial armies, and thirty thousand champions of ten nations, and warriors drawn from the realms of Summer and Winter. When has a force like this been assembled in recent years? An ocean of bright plate and well-worn chain, of star-kissed mage armour and war robes, of gold suns and blue skies and crimson wolves and sable towers? On the Steel Causeway they gather. Dame Aurum De Castellan, General of the Eastern Sky This will be a hard fight but we have to keep marching - take the motivation inspired in you by the people of Zenith and Shine all the way. Eastern Sky! Grab your tabards, we're going home! We are racing the other Dawnish armies back to the Barrens and to prove our dedication to virtue and our people we will be raising our banners - Orc and Dawnish - at the towers of Dusk.
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