Uh oh, looks bleak.
The noble Vanheimigian race of Vanirs sees the sun setting upon their glorious empire. The hated cave-dwellers have seized upon an opportunity to come through the back door.
Things are looking bleak for Vanheim, and also for the C'tis. We have worn ourselves out fighting in the early game, and now the vultures are swooping down on us both for easy pickings.
Alas and haroog, the Vanheimigians are scattering to the hills and their home fortress has fallen.
The king is dead! Long live the king!
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"When you have to kill a man, it costs nothing to be polite." - Winston Churchill
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