Ghumoatch Burningsunder woke in a fever, the last remnants of his dreams fading as he heard the cackling laughter of the dark gods.

It had been many years since he had traveled south below the wastes and if not for what he had seen in his dreams he would have been content passing out his days alone.

An omen of war can not be denied, he thought. "I will play your game" he declared to the fading embers of his cabin fire.

He saddled his horse and began the journey south, cursing the Gods along the way.