[Lingchih]

A lone scout watched, as the great gates of Niefelheim opened. This is odd, he thought. Those gates have not opened in more than a year.

Then he saw the reason for their opening. Niefel Jarl upon Niefel Jarl came through those gates, striding with power and ineffable might. Some went North, some went West, some went South, and some went East. As they departed, each saluted the others with the Dead Giant Walking salute. None expected to see each other again, but each was determined to kill as many of the small folk as they could.

And so went the last march of the Niefel Jarls.