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- And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
- And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
- When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
- Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
- That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
- Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
- That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
- For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
- And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
- And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
- And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
- And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
- But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
- And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
- And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
- And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
- With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:
- And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
- The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
- And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
- And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
- And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
- Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
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The Northern Marsh was laid to waste to , the forces of the Lich King were disarrayed. The Ghoul Lord had withdrawn taking with him the majority of the ghouls who had bolstered the Lich onward. The Purple and Gold cohorts of the misguided humans and mercenaries who had worked for the lich were destroyed.
As you walk threw the abandoned Tent town, it was quite, lances lay stacked for easy distrobution but the horses lay dead. Occassionally a body would find you. The 1000 strong legion had fallen to 6 who now walked towards the terrible tower of the Manlich, which looked down on them ominiously.
Walking into the tower you find its crooked and foul spawned contours are empty. It is a hollow tower, meant only to impress those from afar. You spy the stairs down into the earth and know what you must do. You gird for battle and draw sword ready to end the Manlich affair once and for all.
A stairway down is infront of you, Who are you that would enter the terrible lair of the MANLICH?
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