[Baalz]

Under the new moon the council gathered.
Under the new moon the archdruids argued.
Under the new moon an edict was issued.
Under the full moon blood was spilled.

The foul ichors of the Yomi hiss and bubble on the ground as brave Marverni barechests shoulder the responsibility of cleansing this cancer from the world, for what could be fouler than undead worshiping demons? The strength of the demons, hideous in its own right is bent to the will of an ancient and terrible ghost king whose presence chills the very bones of those to behold him. Our women cry in anguish for we march not from a position of strength, but from one of desperation. The odds are against us and should we fail we have no hope of mercy from demon or ghosts. Reprisal will doubtless be both swift and fearsome.

Yet the seedlings have been planted as our nation spreads its canopy and begins to grow. If our brave warriors can behead this foul beast and buy us time the mighty oak of Marverni will stand tall for all to see. Gaia herself has been so inspired by our courage and offended by these abominations she has gifted us with her personification and the means to both cleans and renew the earth. Quail cryptkeeper, for the egg shall soon hatch and we shall fear demons no more.