The Emerald Claw

When the beleaguered King Kaius I of Karrnath first met with the envoy from the Emerald Claw, he couldn’t believe what they were offering him. Living troops to bolster his dwindling reserve of trained officers, and undead troops to fight on the front lines. Though he wept for the multitudes lost to famine, war, and plague, their remains could be made to fight once more. Food, real fresh food, would be delivered the remaining cities’ granaries. A corps of trained engineers to bolster the hastily repaired defenses of the capital, which would soon be under attack by those damned Cyrian hierophants and their Thrannish allies’ heavy cavalry. All they required was the autonomy of their organization within the country, and for Kaius to pledge eternal to the way of the Blood of Vol.

How could he say no?

After the country was taken from him, after the Blood had set about their own ambitions of conquest, after his people came to use his name as a dire curse, the Claw ritualistically executed Kaius I in front of a cheering crowd of Karrnathi citizens. While the Emerald Claw have been driven into hiding by the Treaty of Thronehold, whatever dark plan they have continues to proceed.

The Emerald Claw

A Colder War TURBODRACULA