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[Sombre]

Word flooded back to Baset from the corners of the newly carved Nehekhara that the natives were being brought under control. The strange tattoo covered marauders in the northeast had presented little more resistance than the smaller barbarian tribes, though their clear alignment with ruinous powers had given him some pause for thought. The last of them had fled to the east to be crushed by a struggling feudal kingdom. Scouts reported they had an appropriate sense of honour, but their ways were primitive and they constrained themselves from achieving true glory with their petty beliefs and reliance on heavy armour. He would send his agents to investigate further - if necessary they could be removed.

To the West though, scouts reported a greater puzzle. A race of cold blooded lizards seemingly working in tandem with honourless mercenaries. Baset recognised the influence of some ancient power upon them, but their apparent concord with brigands was unsettling. Any movement closer to the lands civilised by Nehekhara would require a punitive response.

Of the lands to the north, the scouts had spoken little. Lumbering hulks wandering in yet more barbaric and primitive tribes and the scent of disease and corruption was carried on the wind.

All cause for reflection. The ancient texts will be consulted, the most powerful of the Tomb Kings awoken from their slumber. Nehekhara would know soon enough.