What began as an ordinary night of mist and moonlight turned to horror when the skies above Whitehaven became infested with necromancy. Witnesses report that an army of undead poured from the heavens like rain, attacking and kidnapping those they could grab. 

Panic seized the populace as the dead descended upon the western quarter, overwhelming guard outposts and driving refugees toward the inner walls. Yet amidst the chaos, the city’s defenders rallied. The Whitehaven Guard, bolstered by volunteers from the Unbounded, held their ground through a battle that lasted deep into the night. 

As reports came in, the true cause of the assault became clear: the Libertines, Vampires and heretics, had seized control of one of Earth’s Chosen Superdestroyers. 

When all seemed lost, a strike force of the Unbounded launched a daring counter-offensive. Through smoke, sorcery, and blades, they boarded the stolen Superdestroyer and fought the Libertines deck by deck. After hours of grueling combat, the vessel was reclaimed, its blight cleansed before another assault could be mustered.

With the Superdestroyer restored and its dark command broken, the skies cleared. The vampire host, deprived of its guiding sorcery, fell into disarray and was swiftly driven from Whitehaven’s borders.

Some are questioning the Earth's Chosen effectiveness and how such a weapon got into the Libertines hands in the first place. For now, Whitehaven stands... scarred, but unbroken.

The city-state of Gareel, long besieged and feared lost to the undead, has endured yet another assault from the blighted hordes that stalk its borders. Reports confirm that the necrotic armies advanced upon the city’s walls in full force, threatening to overrun the final stronghold.

Just as the gates began to buckle, the Unbounded arrived; striking the undead ranks in a fierce counterattack that lit the battlefield with steel and sorcery. After hours of brutal fighting, the Unbounded emerged victorious, securing the last keep of Gareel and forcing the undead to scatter back into the wastes. 

Yet not all share in the celebration. Scholars and soldiers alike warn that the victory may only delay the inevitable, as signs point to the undead regathering beyond the marshes. For now, Gareel stands... scarred, weary, but unbroken.