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Mulrog and Ivan's Troll country push:
In the north, the berserkers have cleared out Holmstein of its Sarl defenders and put the town to the torch. Yet of interest are the two new plumes of smoke arising to the north east. "Thorshafn." The ex-merchant says. "Must be a big warband."
The ancient dead Aponnians put up a good fight. Their weapons made of cursed gold cleave at skinwolves, killing many, maiming the rest. Yet, repeated charges drive the ancient defenders of their city which, considering it's age, might predate the sea of claws and the beastmen. The dead are eventually put back to rest, but they drag many of yours with you. And the ropsman was right. The gold is certainly cursed, as the first horseman who lays his hands on the piles of gold can attest, watching in horror as his limb withers away, followed by the rest of him.
The clash to the south is a bloody one and more damningly, a indecisive one, as neither side crushes nor routs the other. Yet, at the end, the Ungols will be the ones who draw the thick end of the beating stick, as their lines are the ones with more empty slots.
