We rise.

From carrion, we rise.

From the corner of your eye,
From the crevices of your home,
From below:

We rise.

Stamped into the dirt,
Crushed beneath your heel,
Poisoned in your garden:

We rise.

A plague, we spread.
A horde, we grow.

Until our numbers blot out the sun,
Denying the cursed Age of Dawn;

Until we've gorged on all,
Damned to eternal madness:

We grow.
We spread.
We devitalize.
We consume.

The Ferai Swarm will see the world brought to ruin;
And so deny Balgraug,
And so deny Varian,
And so deny the Underking.

There will be no reprieve.

The Ferai Swarm offers sanctuary:
To ignobles;
To ferals;
To the tyrannized.

Join. Grow.
We will drain the world of all its worth.

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 9th of Lanosian, in the year 501 MA.