CRIMSON SLAUGHTER SYMPHONY

Upon the ravaged plains of plane, where broken earth stretches to oblivion, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Crimson Slaughter marches, a tide of crimson armor. Each step thunders with the rhythm of warfare, a macabre celebration to their twisted faith. {Their banners flap like the wings of carrion birds, each bearing the {grimsymbol of a skull. {