"...i smelt them for the first time, that stench that filled the battlefields after the dust settled,  the unease of this still air compounded all of our fears, we trembled as we moved forward looking about the ground, but no bodies were just laying about. then we heard the faint rustle of people advancing, we hoped it was the Order of the White Mantle.  we waved at the figures, feeling slight relief, and then we noticed somethign odd.  they weren't alive.  they were half hunched atrocities, walking.. no, they were limping towards us. as they drew closer my eyes widend with horror at thier malign form. chunks of flesh still siting on their bones, swaying like a dead willow in this putrid wind.  some of our troop broke and ran for their lives, i don't blame them, i can't blame them...  i'm ashamed to say but i almost did it myself, but my feet were frozen to the ground..  we stood there transfixed in horror until they were right ontop of us.  i felt the aggonizing touch of death, and i looked at my skin, my body just starting to react, my broadsword hit its body with seemingly no effect.  my head was starting to pound,  my teeth gritted and the pain faded away.  some of my friends stumbled under their assualt..."



".. and before my squad were some of the creatures that were terrorizing our homes... these beasts, a two full heads taller than any man i've ever seen, thier mouths full of teeth with two sharp husks from thier lower jaw. their muscles flex harshly at their fur as they move about. hidious blades caked with dried blood are held in thier monsterious hands, no armour to protect them from our baldes, arrows and spells. they need it not, only their thick hides will stop us, as it has many times, we hessitate for a while in our fear looking at these hulking monsters from the Northern plains..."