Crimson storm was approaching from the North. The war was close and people were abandoning there houses. We saw everything. We were ready for the last stand for Our King. We were desperate, we were insane, we were faithful. We were the only, who kept their mind clear, despite the shadows of the end of the World. We were the outlandes, we had nothing to lose except our humanity.



Есть люди, которые прекрасно осведомлены о моей больной фантазии=) Кабинетки, словески, сеты, и прочая белеберда=) Это очередная задумка на сет=) Итого порядком наработок на 7 или 8 игр=) когда же будем все проводить=) Надеюсь игроки к этому времени не поотмирают=) То будет Великлепная Четверка=) включая мастера XD