When the great gnoll wars started, we thought we were doomed... there seemed to be little hope for us when strong hold after strong hold fell to their numbers... we were at hope's end, our final stand, with nowhere but the craggy rocks of defeat, and slavery at our backs.
That is when They came. A simple looking group, unassuming enough. but they offered us a hope we were reluctant to believe in. Cutting a swathe through the enemies grunts, they managed to destroy the one unifying force, Yeenoghu himself... Once he fell, they went into disarray, and all hope of their victory died in a flailing mob of severing limbs... we could fight back. We asked only one thing of our heroes - slay every single one so that another uprising couldn't happen... (To be continued)