In a dream, I saw our blessed land, our Sanctuary of Iseywyrd awash in hordes of undeath and rife with destruction.

If we allow these Ancient Ghosts a foothold in our lands, their foul decay will spread throughout the land. We will share the same fate as that of the old world.

Death & Ruin.

These ghosts are no longer comrades and friends of old, these are harbingers of death and are bound to the evil gods that yet plague this world.