Standing on the 100' glowing runeleft by the Wermachts passing Gillette invoked the storms fury to him.

 

From it's origin point hundreds of miles to the east the blood storm gained velocity. Fat with 10 thousand warriors strong the hand of god raked the lands in the form of five historic sized twisters.

 

They all quin roved in unison towrds the hallowed ground so marker in the Sparring Fields of Elmshade.

 

Unfortunately the passing of such elemental fury does not cross such wide expanses of ground so quickly without displacing some things. The intense cold that the fast moving storm generates is 20 below and with the skin ripping winds is capable of killing most anything in minutes. The wind is dangerous enough but what it carries is what proves to be even more dangerous. The debris it pushes along and whips about is like a hail of spears.

 

As the storm smashes a swath thru the lands it cuts a trail nearly straight to Gilette. Which cuts across the southern end of the town. (areas 10, 1427, 28, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 would all be in the path and take storm dmg) Lightning, hail, wind, flying bovines, blood rain all leave thier respective marks as they go.

 

Upon reaching the field general Gillette the sausage skinned clouds puke thier contents onto the vast flat fields. Bone, muscle, organs, and miles of vein and sinew spill onto the grass all slickened with the purplish blood medium. It is an eerie contrast as it soaks the pure white snow.

Amidst this is the wood, metal, and ceramics that fall like small comets drive into the half ffrozen bloody mud creating a square mile of organic icing mottled with items and materials.

 

The entire layer courses and pulses like a living ameoba made of corpses. Seperated eyes roll about without sockets and hearts beat laying on quivering dark red spleens. Sets of pink lungs writhe looking more like primordial life than essential internals as they pull themselves about.

 

But in a very short amount of time these things begin to show co-ordination and structure. Each piece crawls, slithres, or rolls into position and begins to reform it's former self.

 

After 5 minutes the howling of the first ressurected Hordesman can be heard screaming to the red sky. After 10 the Horde all of thier equipment is whole again. The entire force has just traveled 500 miles in an hour.

 

As the ranks fall in Gillette, Ravensclaw, and Ka-Thrall come together at the wartable.