[WP]The living agree to team up with the undead to fight a stronger enemy, the unborn

Standing tall in the face of writhing black cloud bearing down on the horizon, the skeleton spoke calmly. It had no flesh left to betray emotion; no muscle left to quiver at the sight. Instead it gave a last gift of knowledge to the panicked men and women around him, urging them to take up arms alongside the fallen warriors of ages past.

“There is an anger unlike anything you could know in your lifetime, unlike anything I have met anywhere else even in death. It is a fury distilled into its purest form; that of those never born, souls trapped for so long on their side of the veil that they have nothing left but their hatred for whatever force denied them their promised existence. These souls that never were are what you see before you. Our great foe distorts the very fabric of our reality, making a mockery of the natural cycle of life and death. The Nephilim is beyond it, beyond nature. The anger of the souls that he has captured is the very essence of rage itself. They have nothing else, have known anything else. Instead they are fed the lie that this world has in some way forsaken them. That it is not the Nephilim, but us, all who have lived and died, all who stand on this world today, that spit at them and live the lives that have chanced upon us and not them. He is the great deceiver, and his army of the unborn will not stop until their rage is spent in the ashes of your world. They will scorch your fields. They will bring ruin to your cities. They will devour life after life, and when they have sated themselves on life, they will turn to death. My kind knows the nature of this war intimately, has fought it for untold generations. We have protected life, understanding that our ranks are finite. If you choose now to pick up your arms, let the flesh slough off your bones. Only as one of us can you continue to defend your homes. There is no amount of bravery, no amount of steel, that can protect you in this fight. Only when the living have joined the dead, does the rest of your world have its shield renewed. Knowing this, each and every one of you must make your own decisions. This is the foe, this is the war. Leave your mortality behind. Fight forever.”

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