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The Kingdom of Iron Haven hath fallen.

Its once-great banners now lie buried beneath ash, blood, an

d ruin.

What remaineth is a cursed land where only the ruthless endure.

The old kings are dead, ye

t their guard still wander the realm...

merciless knights clad in iron and shadow, roaming the road

s to pillage, slaughter, and hunt all souls foolish enough to cross their path.

When the sun descen

deth beyond the horizon, a dark curse awaketh.

From dusk till dawn, the dead rise from their graves

and stalk the land in endless torment.

Those bitten or infected by the plague shall not find mercy

... for in time they too shall become one of the damned, wandering the wilderness as servants of dea

th itself.

But the curse is not the only evil upon these forsaken lands.

Great sickness spreadeth

through the realm:

• Food Poisoning

• Tapeworms & Disease

• The Curse Infection

• Broken Legs &

Concussions

Trust not the roads.

Trust not the forests.

And trust no living soul.

Forge thy king

dom from ruin...

or become another corpse beneath the mud of Iron Haven.