The ritual to create a mummy from the ancestor's embalmed corpse, performed a few weeks prior, had caused a flicker of dark energies to emanate from the Vampire's castle. At the time the Vampire and the necromancer thought nothing of it, it was a slight pulse, and certainly of no consequence. Yet unbeknownst to them both the pulse was like a signal, and in far off lands it was received. The cursed high priest knew the echoes of the magics developed by his people, yet this was different, cast by an outsider...
The dust laden raiding force encroached into the edges of the Vampire's territory, eager to secure an advanced position from which to study those that dared attempt its rituals. The Vampire, for his part, knew he needed to push them out and extend the edges of his own realm, to gather ever more villages into tithe to his throne.