The crack of the slavemasters whip can be heard across the Imperial Lands.

Slaves scurry about under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Engineers.

The Imperial Engineers smile as the Imperial Guard Towers rise above the entrance to the lands.

The cry of a dozen slaves being crushed rings throughout the Imperial Lands as the Archway to the city falls upon them. Their failure does not go unnoticed.

With a final heave, under the pressure of the Imperial Slavemaster, the orc slaves get the archway to the city placed.

The Imperial Engineers walk down the Avenue of Conquest towards the Imperial Palace.

The Imperial Enginners stand at the Palace gates and gaze out at the Imperial City.

One Engineer states flatly 'They had better be impressed'.

A flaming pentagram appears upon the ground. It flares brightly as a figure cloaked in fire steps forth. The fires flicker and fade to reveal Zulghinlour.

Zulghinlour glances briefly at the Engineer and says 'Why aren't there lanterns lining the streets of this glorious city?'

Zulghinlour says 'Failure was not an option'

The Dark Dream snaps his finger and a horde of Damned Souls surround the screaming engineer and drag him into the darkness.

He turns to face the rest of the Engineers, but they all scramble off in search of materials for the lanterns.

A sly grin crosses the face of the Dark Dream as he nods his head in approval.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!