When conflict sweeps across the Dales the great lizards of the north shall descend with fire and fury.

In the year of the turrets, a great host will come from the east like plague of locusts.

When shadows descend upon the lands, our divine lords will walk alongside us as equals.

The Wyrm shall wander the earth and such a pestilence will follow in his wake that all who know of his passing shall be struck down by the plague.

The Lord of Murder shall perish, but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny, Chaos will be sewn from their passage.