Sapience,

To every individual who has stepped onto a battelfield. Who has fought for whatever they believe in - who has clashed for the sake of the bloodshed. Who has dragged others kicking and screaming into death, the Shadow Keep calls upon you to engage, to bare your souls to the carnage. We announce our Red Harvest battlefield.

Fight us.

Fight each other.

Fight in singles, in pairs, in groups.

We offer the landscape upon which you may bloody your weapons without regard for alliances or relations, call out freely any who stand before you, dig deep to grasp a heart with red-running fingers and tear the throat out with bared fangs.

Before the commencement, a brief ritual will bless the bloody field, and all will be invited to partake. Before Strife are we humbled. Before Strife are we all stripped until we are naught but weapons grasped in skeletal hands driven to the end of all things. In the final battle all will stand alone.

The battlefield location will be settled on shortly, so sharpen your blades and claws, forge your best hammers, don your fiercest battlegear.

The Keep calls to the savage fighter within your soul - how deeply will you dig to find it?

Commander
Tyrant
Akarn Enati Yaslana

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 1st of Lexadian, in the year 16 AC.