Martyr's Moon

The Council of Ebon encircle the Cauldron, their grotesque features shrouded in shadows. With voices like ice shards scraping against stone, they disclosed their dark prophesy.Mothers, guard babes; Fathers, draw steel, Thunder approaches, soon blood on the fields.Tempest of war, so black and so vile, Spreads o'er Allsbruth; lament suckling child.War between the dark nation of Ebon and rebel forces is imminent. The armies of Ebon are vast, well trained and accustomed to victory. The hopes of...