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Still feeling like a dick-gnome fucked my throat, but I guess that can only add flavour to typing.
Maneuvering through the plains under the fortress is a slow process, both due to bloodied and tired warband and the many commanders in charge. Yet, it is not the only reason, as one morning, the undead chaos warrior blows on a horn, the thunder echoing through the hills. He rides through the hills, his steed making leaps and bounds which would shatter the knees and the ankles of living horses and tear their muscles and ligaments.
"Chamon Dharek calls for warhosts to come forwards with utmost speed!" The undead chaos warrior bellows with a surprisingly high pitched voice. "For the priests call for great warriors who will spill rivers of blood in the name of the four great gods of chaos!"
