Outcasts - Week 3
They say that for a time, after the last survivors had walked beyond the Shadowed gate of the Vampiric Kingdom beneath the mountain the valley forgot they had ever set food upon it. Traders no longer took to the Shrine of Sigmar to sell their wares to the starving pilgrims, and their guardians once more found themselves without a ward to give them purpose.
Such peaceful ignorance endured through much of the cold months, what tortures those who swore fealty to the undead endured are surely secrets that the shadows will never tell, but with the coming of new life unto the Valley of the Ironking, as frost gave way and melted into a dewlike smattering of water across the broken earth that formed the valley floor a new kingdom emerged.
Clad in robes as black as the shadow they now called home and platemail born of crimson metal bathed in the blood of their lessers the survivors were annointed as the Crimson Caravan of the Mountain. On nightmare steed they ranged out with all haste from the mountain gates, laying waste to the caravans and barbarian encampments in the locality and taking vast swathes of those not slain back into the mountains maw to sate the hunger of their masters.
To outside these ranging ravagers had given their very humanity in search of safety, their faces pale after so long hidden from the blessed light as they lurked in the halls beneath the earth. But where once honeyed words had left them broken and starving their new kingdom flourished upon the very ground their foes blood was spilt. Around the mouth of the mountain the settlement of Nightspire was erected with the haste granted to those gifted labourers from the dead.
Their places within the Valley of the Ironking cemented the once outcasts found themselves lords of their new Nightspire province beneath the watchful eyes of the Soulblight that ruled from Shadowed Palace. Yet their very strength would seem the bone of contention to those who had been born to the valley long before the Shadowmarsh fell, even as the barbarian encampments were cleared away fresh eyes began to seek the treasures of the lost valley to raise their own empires. The Duardin set forth to the gates of the Ironking himself, that they might crack it open and rob Nightspire of the treasures of its vaults, so too began the murmurings of the Varanguards arrival to spread the touch of Archaon to a region yet to feel his wrath.
Even those that would once have called the people of the Shadowmarsh ally turned upon their new found power with hungry eyes desperate to rob such hard fought victory from their grip.
FAITH - TEMPLES AND UNDERSTANDING
INNOVATE - SCHOLARS AND WISEMEN
SAFETY - NIGHTSPIRE ABOVE ALL
WAR - FORGED IN FIRE
As week 3 in the AoS Shadowmarsh Outcasts campaign closes out we see the true measure of the new city of Nightspear. Their military forces of Living and Undead alike form a blockade around The Trench, denying newcomers access to drinkable water