[Digress]

The forces of Man again show their complete lack of ambition or vision. Now would be the time to make at least one attempt for victory and make an almighty strike at Ulm, but instead we see their true nature.

SHEEP. Old tired sheep not waiting to be shorn but to be slaughtered. The Crones of Avalon are like so many old bleating ewes wobbling around crying "oh the wolves of Ulm are our flocks saviour".

The seers see but one future for the forest of Avalon. A future ensured by Man's current course. The ancient trees will be adorned with the broken bodies of the Crones and Daughters of Avalon, strung up by the priests of Ulm as the witches they are.

And on the subject of Ulm - will your armies please stop running away. Even weighed down with all that armour our fleetest footed rats cannot run your troops down.

The Skaven are having some success killing off Ulm's mightiest mages however we are having no luck in bringing down their troops.