The Gilneas Front

We engaged those dogs out by the wall last evening. Ansadril needed a body for that anatomy lesson he’s planning, and, well, we weren’t going to let him down. I called the bastards out and they arrived in haste- dogs fetching bones, really. After a brief skirmish, we were forced to retreat- with Ansadril’s unconscious prize. A success, despite our loss at removing the nuisance entirely.

The puppies will see us again, real soon. -Ickariss”

“The old bad blood between the dogs and deaders isn’t going to be forgotten, certain not over some weak half assed cease fire.”

“In the end we got our asses kicked for our troubles, but ultimately got what we wanted: our newest test subject.”