For the last 20 years we have been here, working in the shadows, corrupting the fools of list world. My lord Gorloth has commanded me to make this world ready for his appearance. He intends to drown this world in the sounds of the Thunder god and turn this world into a daemon world dedicated to the God of Thunder. He will then make his ascension to immortality.

We have laboured here in the dark, preparing the temples and readying this world for the Daemons we will unleash when the time comes. The day is planned for the foolish locals celebrate their 'Heroes' efforts to stop our cause. Fools, the petty victories they occasionally have mean nothing in the end. We are forever and we will destroy the universe.

In secret we have built our strength, my most loyals veterans and I. Our tools in the local adminsitration have turned an eye as we have brought in the extra weapons we need for the uprising.

The time is right, this world will burn to the sounds of Thunder.

WEEK 1

The uprising happened as planned, our moles have overthrown the local government, destroyed the trading houses and freed the prisoners awaiting trial. The local defence forces are scattered as most of them were gunned down during their parade. of the rest , most of them are without ammunition or supplies and the rest are on our side. Our shrines in the elite upper habs were consecrated with the blood of the priveleged classes of this world, and now daemons stalk the city, stronger than ever. Soon the city will be ours.