The Planet had been chosen...The Monsters began to shake off their slumber and emerge from there caves or there high mountain roosts...the high field grasses shook with both the march and the drums of the Orc warriors...the heavens split as the Corps came hurtling down in their transports and the faithful pour from them with holy fervor...the dark crackling energy of the warp splits open like a dark womb and Chaos spills forth onto the battleground...The Dwarves and the Warriors march side by side onto the ancient battlegrounds...and the dread Elder watch patiently from orbit...a place of many fights...a place where countless thousands have perished before........A lone tomb sits in the center of the gathering forces...I few of the tombstones here have survived the millennia...Once again the great war shall begin...Quietly a lone figure exits the tomb, moving slowly and his features totally covered...his hood raises to the armies, only darkness can be seen within it, and in both mind and voice the classic warriors hear, 'We have bided our time and watched your ways of battle, of magic, and of loose alliances.  We have decided to end it.  Prepare yourself eternal warriors, you face your fallen!  We are Legion and it is time for a new order.'  With a wave of its ancient, desiccated hand the ground begins to erupt...and the collected warriors stare in abject horror as their greatest legends stare back with lifeless rage...the Undead have risen!

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