The Kunnown Coasts

An eerie fog hangs over the southern banks of Mount Dread. The mountain protrudes from a land bridge surrounded by a salt lake and the Kunnown Seas. Near the peak of the mountain looms an obsidian tower. A few beams of light manage to pierce the gloomy skies to pool on the blackened shores. Bodies litter the burnt glassy earth, some freshly killed, others centuries old. The freshly dead were mostly humans and orcs, but including a few elves. The older bodies were skeletal, many chipped or on the verge of turning to dust. As a cloud passes over the sun once more, a surge of purple flames begins crawling from the tower, hungrily spreading from body to body. An unlucky raven is caught amongst the fallen; Flames spread up its body, burning cracks in its form as it screeches it's bone chilling death cry. Across the bleak shores of the Lost Land, bloodcurdling guttural screams split through the morning's eerie silence. The corpses begin to rise, gathering up their weapons and shambling off to towards Rosewall.

Bells sound out across the top of the Rosewall's battlements as Elven scouts sight the Eternal march forward. Captain Liander clinks his tea cup onto its saucer, returning to the window at the front of the lounge. He adjusts his uniform before retrieving his pocket watch. He scowls, "15 minutes early today." He stuffs the watch back into it's regulation position before turning examine Lieutenant Rel'ethar's expression.

Rel'ethar's gaze does not leave his tea as he shrugs. "O.L.D. must be conducting an operation again." He says, distracted. The quality of his favorite tea has declined in this shipment; He will need to have word with his butler to send his complaint. Dumping the contents of the cup onto the floor, Rel'ethar watches as the tea soaks into the thirsty wood of Rosewall before bringing his attention back to Captain Liander.

The Coasts of Kunnow