The Sixth Forgemaster - Dreadforge Rising

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The world of Aegis is changing, the Sixth Forgemaster Glazarag Iron-Skin has been named. 
Who now has the strength to stand against the Demon Hordes and the legions of Abominations that pour forth from Nanzonia?
To stand against the power of the Tyrant Nanzo, of the Overseer Cynthia Vanreth?
To stand against the dark forces of the Elder Lich Nidaz, of Ivory, Daughter of Nyx, and of Weaver the Broodmother?

The world of Aegis will burn in the unholy fires of industry, the Dreadwood and all the Forests fall to fuel it and from the ashes a new order will rise.
Nanzonia will drive the infernal engine of industry, with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the Ogre.
Dammed riverbeds will dry up and famine will plague once fertile land. The very stars will grow dark with smoke from a hundred thousand furnaces.
The mines will be left barren, stripped of all that has value and all that has worth. Night and day Nanzonia will be lit by the forge's frenzied flame.

All those fools who dare oppose us will be destroyed, crushed underfoot by the inexhaustible march of our industrial revolution.
Your villages, towns and cities will be pillaged for what little they have to offer and razed to the ground.
Your people will be enslaved, man, woman and child; put to work laboring in the work camps, in the forests, and in the mines.
Those that die will be put to good use as fodder for our young, and as dark materials for our fleshcrafters.
Too long have you all stood against us, too long have the walls of your cities stood, and too long have we survived on the scraps left for us.

The world of Aegis is changing, and that change starts here in Esshar.
The cities of Osrona, of Galamea, and of the Ebonblooded will be the first to fall.

For soon, the Dreadforge shall rise.