It was a Cloudy Monday in the once great Capital of Oldenystuz,but as the Capital It was still very full of people from all over the world:
Dwarfes from the Rocky Sea,famous for their good food and great hospitality, then the Elf from the ducate of the fatmer family, there were even some pitch from the great catacombes of Thànatos.
In the middle of the day,what i could only descrive as a giant sparkly rock SLAMMED into the nearby hill,as soon as the "things" collided, the Hill became gray, devoid of the Lush green prairies It head, and from that rock they emerged,those black and gray cubic monster that had Just as much Life as the prairies around them.
When the night camed, the city ways already razed tò the ground,they were unstoppable,
The great magic Stone war axes of the dwarfes didn't leave a dent on them,
The terrifing poisonous daggers of the elfs were useless against being without soul,
The powerful arcane spells of the rare litches
Were ineffective against solid metal and rock.
The few that survived took refuge in nearby countries but were massacred as those soulless golems advanced in their conquest.
I was there, i saw them, i saw the their cruelty,
How they ripped the spine of a man trying to escape,how they sucked the Life out of the people of my city.
Every army that tried to fight them only server as nutrient to their increasing army, as such,
Only an army of soulless warriors could defeat them,and the only things capable of such feat was the legendary book of a thousand dead,the ultimate creation of the undead lord of Chaos, Necrod the great.
Now all the world Is searching for It, desperatly trying to save themself from the Aliens.