It was the dark of the dusk and the last vestiges of the orange light were disappearing from the sky. The Elves of the Lionsgarh climbed the walls of the town, with weapons in their hands.
The Rangers shared vision with the circling Falcons and watched as ivory boned skeletons and decaying corpse armies marched towards the town from all directions.
As the armies grew closer, the air on the walls turned heavier. They could feel the power of the approaching undead army and the tension on the faces of the elves became obvious.
"We have requested reinforcements from Rajni City so many times! Why is no one here to help us yet?" Molan, the guard captain of the City guards asked with frustration.
As if in answer to his question, a blackish green portal opened near him and spat out 13 Elves that nobody on the wall recognized. Molan turned and fixed his gaze on the newcomers.
Immediately, the Harbingers lost control over their characters.
