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The once mighty Jotun war machine lies in disarray.

Their high command, fearful of assassins and betrayal, cower in their camps, unable to properly lead their troops. The western horde, conquerors of Tien Chi, is no more, annihilated outside the gates of Abysia in a desperate last stand by the fiery soldiers and mages of the capitol. The eastern horde, composed of fresh infidel woodsmen and horrendous bone fiends are without direction, their commanders slain in their cups. The Abysian castle they had so quickly taken is now their prison, and attempts to dislodge the warders will be dear.

Abysia has been ravaged, but now She is roused. And She will have vengeance.