Another came, and another, striding slowly forward and with purpose. Onward the people moved as the vast crowd was stalled, pushed up, forced and buffered by the narrows that led towards the already packed bridge moving and pushing like waves upon a shoreline, seeking to cross the river to the hope of safety on the other side, but the mass that was assembled were too slow.īehind them emerging from the thickness of the forest appeared the silhouette of a huge undead creature an abomination and mockery of the living. It was the beginning of the rout of a civilization, of the massacre of mankind. There was not a sound from any voice in the mass, only the combined pathetic symphony of their slowly plodding and defeated feed. This was no disciplined march, it was a mindless rabble without order and without a goal, as the desperate people unarmed and without food, drove headlong like broken cattle towards the last possible sanctuary and into uncertainty. Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. The sky flushed then faded and darkened, and the evening star itself seemed to tremble unwillingly into sight. On this day, what would be the last day, the sun sank on the horizon slowly into thick grey clouds. The Necromancer had been successful and the undead roamed the land now in hordes seeking prey to consume or make into unholy monsters such as themselves and swell the ranks of their army.
The crops all had withered and died as the livestock all succumb to the plagues. The villages and once great cities were in ruins.