I March out with four of my packs And left the rest to search out Desraki loyalists and destroy them. That doesn’t matter. Now we have a job to do days of endless hunting out the sorcerer’s rats and obiltate them. We arrived at their stronghold called Zraco. We tried to assault the city, but we were forced back by overwhelming magial firepower. Our demonic allies began to use their war machines to try to breach the walls and destroy their towers. As well. We tried to scale the walls. After days of trying, we made a beachhead and began to assault through the breach and into the city, a slow process, but then they successfully summoned three lords of change, and they forced us to retreat back to our beach and, angered by our loss, the crimson Wolf teared a hole threw realm and throw his axe in a bloody rage into the one of lords of change killing it.
The next one attempted to cast a magic spell, but I cut it into two and smashed my axe into the arm of the third one, but the coward that they are retreated back deeper into the city and left us to cut through its minions and, for way to where the cabal is hiding days of searching their base lead us to the city council chambers guard by mutant human and beast men. I Gathering together the pack ready to unleash our wrath upon the raven gods’ forces anyone who dare to challenge our might.