In the gods-forsaken lands of Sylvania, ancient evils stir and armies long dead march to war. Raised from mass graves and despoiled tombs, the Undead army gathers amidst the tumbled ruins and blasted groves of this ill favoured realm. Upon fen and moor, creatures of darkness that have haunted the nightmares of Men for millennia break free from ancient cairns and age-worn mausoleums. In the eternal gloom can be heard the scrape of bone on bone, wordless moans and the clank of ancient rusted wargear. A tide of the dead, driven on by Necromantic magic and the undying will of its dread general, the unliving host advances.