Once the greenskin armies were crushed, though, an extended occupation was needed to root out the infestation in earnest before long, months turned to years and the campaign came to a close after nearly a half-decade. Almost a hundred and fifteen years past I rode out of my fortress in the mountains, Blood Keep, with my most trusted retainer, Captain Lafayette of the Ordo Draconis we were only meant to exterminate the Orcs that were flourishing in Brabillon and Grey Lady Pass. Some people call me “the Just”, but it’s only a title. What you see here is Vampiric Bretonnia, ruled not without contest – but inarguably – by me, Walach Harkon.
