“mUst and minions neared the pass, making fast ground as mUst wanted to get out of that damed jungle in a hurry. The orcs were camped near the pass and mUst surpriced them, and the battle was quik and without much surprices. mUst took advandage of the weaker opponents that was not nearly as exsperienced as the undead before them and disabled their streangth quikly, wanting to get past them and away fast, but the orcs wanted that different.

The orcs might look hurt but not beaten, and the reinforcements came from the hills quikly, and mUst just managed to get away before the big groupe of orcs surrounded him. mUst had gotten a minor victory, without being hurt himself. mUst was pleased as mUst lives by the words "if its not a victory its a loss" and he went on, quite pleased with himself and his powerful minions that were growing more and more powerfull after each battle they entered.

mUst finaly got out of the mountains getting the plains of chaos in his sight he felt good, the brezze of the wind bringing word that times were looking bright and the revenge he so craved was nearing, still far, but nearing. mUst pushed on out into the plains, the undead restless and in no need of sleep carried mUst over the plains slowly but surely.

mUst felt the power of the warpstone getting closer, yet out of reach to pervert him mUst had no fear. He knew that the dreaded skavens was close by, but they usually minded their own buisness as long as you didn't mind them, that was where mUst had other plans, he wanted the skavens to come out. He wanted them to fight, he needed the bits and pieces of warpstone to pervert more of the humans to his side, he needed it to raise the dead king Ramtut III to his side when at last he was gonna bring his revenge on the darkelven court.

He walked on, using magics from times unknown to search for the skavens...

As always

-mUst”