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Battalions of madness are marching towards the Fortress of Murton. No words can be heard as the battalions advance. There is only one mounted figure, greater than the rest, holding a staff that sheds weird green light across the fields. A timeless yet familiar tune rings in the winds, telling the stories of madness and turmoil. Promising all things one desires, leaving a macabre incandescence with dreadful lust and thirst for....

(....for what? Taff it! How do I go on? I need a potion of poetic profusion.)"