"Cryxians! For decades now we have slumbered, consuming little, for a poor excuse that a mere landform stood in our way. We were lax in our conquest, we stayed, hiding, from what? I wonder..." Asphyxious paced atop the black balcony, much to the interest of the creatures which have gathered below the warcaster. He pointed at the band of white, just visible in the horizon, "We shall conquer this frost and reach our goal and this land shall be ours, no contesting of land, no more wandering invaders. NOTHING! We shall become the predator, even thinking of fighting us would be a Sin! So what do you say? Will you stand up and consume the flesh which is so readily prepared for us over the decades? Or will you sit here and idly await your death and destruction?"<br/><br/>A deafening cry rose from the crowd, and it seemed as though the very force of nature was with them, a gale rocked the area, as though it was approving of the undoubted decision made by the crowd. He raised a hand, stilling the crowd nearly instantly, "We have two days to prepare. On dawn of the second day, at daybreak, we shall begin our march."