MP: Asia Twist - Wraithlord Wins!

[archaeolept]

It is the fate of the Van to be beset by foes.

Originally, a small group of Van engineers was surveying a local swamp in order to consider possible drainage due its the well-known propensity for causing disease. Unhappily, the surverors were set upon by some of our idiot cousins (due to a distant shameful episode with some forest dryads) who had no doubt been overly-indulging in nettle-beer and huffing swamp gas. Our purely humanitarian mission was massacred. This led to the necessity of certain measures for the maintenance of public order and good governance, and to the disarming of bands of inchoate rabble that were to be found roaming in the area.

While our peace-keepers were occupied, unbeknownst to us, it would seem that some renegade pythian criminals had been spreading hateful propaganda and astral degeneracy to the weak-willed practitioners of T'ien Ch'i. It is clear to us that the mind-destroying scourge of astral magic is to blame; who can doubt that only specially trained academics should be allowed to learn even a modicum of such foul arts? In lockstep with the Easterners, the vile void worshippers of the deeps also joined in a pact to make the doom of the Van.

But it is not our lot to walk meekly with heads bent into the eternal sun of the North. We shall continue to resist the astral scourge as long as there is one Van left breathing; or even not breathing.