Deep within the Black Keep in the Dark lands of Etrar, Lahabre-ha sat upon his throne mulling over his kingdom of suffering, for many it was a hell on earth but for him it was paradise. Where a throne would sit was just a massive web with countless husks of his previous meals. A tapping came from the massive doors to his darkened room, with a tug of a thread the doors blew open revealing another Drider.
“Forgive my intrusion Lord Lahabre-ha, but our spy in the Allied Council has been slain and our hold over the Twilight Isles has been overthrown.” the messenger spoke, a tinge of fear in his voice, knowing that his master could unleash an unbridled rage at the drop of a pin. Instead on laughter is heard from the Mad King, a laughter that resounded throughout the entire Keep.
“So the Pig is dead is he? Finally, though I guess I owe Rougerith a few souls!” Lahabre-ha bellowed, “Seems the pieces are finally falling into place, excellent. Send word