A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Aranock;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Ishtar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Beware the Dogs of War. They are coming and there will be no where to hide.
They were spotted but seven leagues outside the city and now lie in wait for the opportunity to strike the unwary.
The spies reported the Dogs arrival within the week, but we have heard no more since they were discovered and torn apart.
Be alert. Be careful. Be quick.
Position vacant : One spy willing to try to infiltrate the pack and risk being ripped limb from limb.