When the forces of the Vampire Lords march to war, the world trembles. The Undead are among the most dangerous creatures in the known world. Bound by the will of one of the Lords of Undeath, they are a fell and mighty foe. They cannot be reasoned with, bribed or coerced. They know neither fear nor mercy. They need no sleep or warmth, neither drink nor wholesome sustenance and, as they march onwards, their ranks are swelled by the corpses and trapped souls of their former opponents. The only thing they fear are the rays of the sun that are the bane of their type, searing their unholy flesh and eventually destroying these abominations against nature. This is no help when the armies of the Vampire Counts march to war, since the Lords of the Undead can use their necromantic powers to summon billowing storm clouds, protecting themselves and their minions from the hated sun. Where the dead walk, there the night follows.