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This is my first attemt at personal army fluff. feel free to pick it apart and make me change it. So here it is:
Slowly the spiders have charged what units they could with energy stored for when the time was right. The universe is ripe for the harvest, and it is time to awaken and destroy the seed of the old ones. Rising from the dust in their stasis tomb the army of the outsider prepares for its emergence upon the universe. Harvesting the cattle to prepare for its domination. The outsider will consume mortal and god alike. With his raiding party a lord whose name time has forgotten emerges from his dark slumber to finish raising the army of the great one, and even the feared Outsider himself. Death is coming, prepare yourself to be harvested as food for the gods.
Again please feel free to post your comments and help me in this endevor.
"One after one, by the star-dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.
Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one"