The Dread Commander Zander Hannibal BoneCrusher. The Black Death. The Foe Hammer.
The Night Fears Him.
A Psalm to The War Hounds of These Good Lands.
Woe to you, Varmint! Woe to you!
Did you think you would come here to these Good Lands and steal from us?
Did you think you would bring your malevolent putrescence here?
Woe to you! I say again, Woe to you!
My Most Excellent Good Sir Titan did spy your filthy form.
My Fighting Uruk-hai did run you down.
And then, like a storm, The Black Death did thunder across the field on flashing feet
and did wrest your miserable soul from your now stinking corpse.
Did you think you would test these Good Dogs?
Did you think you would try these Good Lands?
Nay, Varmint, Nay!
Feel you now the full weight of my VengeanceBringer!
Feel the grip of My Right Hand!
Learn ye now the full measure of the name BoneCrusher!
Get thee hence to your miserable death, Varmint, and trouble these Good Lands no more.
So say we all.