Blowing the Black Horn (event)
The wind rises above us as I blow the ebony horn and bellow across the night sky. I notice pale tendrils of whispy mist begin to snake across the ground before our small ritual circle, forming into ghastly apparitions. They appear in armors both familiar and exotic, weapons at the ready, marching in our direction. My companions either scream and run in fear, or freeze as the apparitions pass harmlessly past them. Towards me.
Before long, a great host has formed around me, ready for war. Their haunting appearance is sure to strike fear into our enemies hearts, and assure victory for black_horn_user.GetPrimaryTitle.GetNameNoTooltip!
This is the end...