Fall of the Crimson Court
This is a tale of evil and darkness, in a land filled with ashes and shadow sealed by the sunless, starless sky. The vest plain of Ravencraft is smoking with craters and breeding pits of the orckish armies. Insects and reptiles cover the land vow to bring destruction to the forces of light.
There stood a tower of vast obsidian might, lies the great eye of Yawgmoth, the Crimson King whose being epitomize the unmaking of the world.
“Forever stands the Crimson court!”-or so the forc…