The Battlecast

"As they marched upon the mountains the thunder from the fist of war crashed against the rocks. Great collapses struck the legions, units and squadrons were divided. THE PEOPLE OF WAR DESCENDED UPON THEM ALL! CRUSHING THEM WITH THEIR HANDS THE BOULDERS THEY RIPPED FROM THE MOUNTAIN! RIVERS OF BLOOD STREAM FROM THE CORPSES OF THE INVADERS AND IT WASHED UP THEIR COMMANDER DROWNING HIM IN THE BLOOD HE SO CRAVED!"

"His death was not swift, despite his desire."