A Dead Hand (event)
Though the Adabyssian Empire is dead, its remnants still walk, vindictive spirits seeking revenge for slights long passed. Having taken the form of a warlord and his armies, armed with the weapons of mighty Adabyss, who marched into my realm and reduced it to rubble. Though once the Adabyssians were turned back, once they were broken, this would not again occur. Instead, the Adabyssian dead would be proclaimed avenged as my armies were shattered, and I was soon to join them if not for my capture.
I was brought before the warlord, who styled himself as 'Lelmand' and named himself the rightful ruler of all Adabyss, as proven by his victory over those which the old rulers failed to vanquish. Though in his eyes, the ghosts too seemed to scream, looking out of their prisons and asking what had been done in their name, he seemed to lack regret. To him, his goal of empire was worthy of this much bloodshed, the dream of vengeance worthy in itself. Me, and my family, were merely to be the next upon this pile of corpses, another set of voices in the chorus of the dead.
The dead are not silent.