Uzkular

The Order of Guardians sent ye to fight death in the Marshes of Madness?! Which puddle do ye want to begin with? Jokes aside, the dead won’t stay dead, tis true. The very air is heavy with uzkular. We’ve been tryin’ to hold off the undead lumbering advance to our east. The lads were ordered to save their bullets and use axes and hammers. Yet the tide has no end. I feel darker forces are at work here than I can hold back. Ye needn’t go far, o’er the barricade and try your hand against the undead, perhaps ye’ll find a way to stop it.

A lumbering host flows without end at the Oathbearer encampment at Olfrinson’s Outpost. Running short on ammunition, the dwarfs go into battle with iron and steel. Join them and try to stem the tide at the Foul Ruins.