[Tolkien]

Alright, I'll switch it back to 24 hours next turn.

Also: of course!


From the highest towers of the ruined keep, the Impaler watches. A great storm looms on the horizon, and the Iron Inquisition awaits it's onset. As giants of frost and chaos gather upon the borders of the Black Forest, her people arm themselves for war. Awakened from their long slumbers, ancient counts of Ulm flock to her banner. From the ruined keep, the horrific ghouls, damned men, issue forth to feast upon the flesh of the living, and the dead. The Impaler watches...and waits.