Clawing at my tomb.

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The balefire awoke in the eyes of Cazmir Harkon. He looked about him and it was dark...very dark. The wood felt cold upon even his undead flesh and it dawned on him he was in his tomb at the bottom of his keep. Cazmir's eye burned more fiercly yet at this affront! With a murmer of a few words Cazmir burst forth from his tomb into his decrepid keep. He marched upstairs and found Hans, his undead retainer standing guard at the steps to the sepulcher of his fortress.
"Hans, summon my legions. I've been away far too long."

The Undead are rising once again and will be returning to the war. Who shall be there to challenge the armies of Krakowski keep?!