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The Kingdom of Iron Haven hath fallen.
Its once-great banners now lie buried beneath ash, blood, and ruin.
What remaineth is a cursed land where only the ruthless endure.
The old kings are dead, yet their guard still wander the realm...
merciless knights clad in iron and shadow, roaming the roads to pillage, slaughter, and hunt all souls foolish enough to cross their path.
When the sun descendeth 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 death 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 kingdom from ruin...
or become another corpse beneath the mud of Iron Haven.