Centurions align themselves along the Imperial Road, clearing the way for something important.

A lowly, somber dirge begins to emanate from the Palace walls piercing the air with its solemn song.

Processions of the Sects of the Empire follow the funeral players, each begrudgingly representing their faction.

Finally, the Blades pass, carrying the body of their War Master high upon a wooden platform.

Bearing him to his final resting place, in the Imperial Graveyard.

Two younger Imperial necromancers grin knowingly at each other and rub their hands greedily.