It started like any other day, I was at tha grove tending to tha plants when John came up to me. He asked me if I wanted to go and help the orc, because he got a letter sayin’ something bad was goin’ to ‘appen. Being the helpful lad that I am, I agreed and set off with ‘im. As we neared tha city, I could ‘ear the sound of thunder, and the sky was alight with flashes of light. Enterin’ through the gates, I could see that the city was in chaos. Zombies swarmed the sands, and the air was filled with arrows shot by the skeleton archers. We pushed through the mob, and we reached the entrance to Sanjezal. All around us, brave warriors from every race clashed with the monsters, as they attempted to assault the undead keep that had been spawned. Takin’ up are positions, we lent our aid to the injured, makin’ sure that they could continue tha fight. Finally, we managed to crawl into tha fortess, dodging tha fireballs of tha ghasts. We were bein’ pushed back, and I thought we wouldn’t make if. Then, as if blessed by god ‘imself, an orc lifted ‘is blade and struck down the leader of the undead. With their command gone, they fled the field of battle, vowing to return. And with their departure the cries of tha victories rang out. In tha end, we ‘ad lost many lifes. The capital of Krumgar was damaged, and it would take months to repair it all. But we ‘ad showed that we can prevail against Iblees on our own. And next time he shows up, we’ll do it again.