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Events of the 9th of Slate, 1091
Captain Ironblood looked on from afar as the flames erupted from the pit. From the top of the Hammer Tower, he was forced to squint.

"Something seems off." he said, turning to Nagash II. "Your eyes are better than mine. Describe those things to me."
Nagash stepped forward, staring long into the night. "Not burning bones like you described, Captain. More like... bodies, lit from within."
Captain Ironblood stepped back, nodding gravely. "Yes, that's what I thought. I would say this isn't playing out exactly as I had recalled."
Nagash looked at him in alarm. "Does that mean we could fail!?"
Ironblood arched an eyebrow at him. "That was always a possibility. But I didn't fancy the idea of spending the rest of my days wondering if a whole load of monsters were going to burst out of the ground at any given moment."
Nagash turned his gaze back to the flames in the distance. "I see, sir."
Ironblood watched him silently for a moment, and then turned his gaze back towards the battle. Every bone in his body told him that he should be out there, with them. But his brain told him that he had to be here, at the tower. Xotes had suggested this tower. Xotes had entered by this tower the first time.
There was a reason behind this tower that wasn't just 'it looks awesome.' There was something dark, something sinister, something he could practically taste. It was regrettable he had conceded to build the thing, but he had to admit, it did look awesome.

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