The army itself is a pitiless horde driven by even more pitiless masters, and shadowform outriders and other fringe priests, with death magic crackling from their putrescent fingertips, add reach to its attack. A formidable array of emplacements form the backline, though few foes make it that far. This army feeds on fear and the fallen, growing stronger as the living die; to oppose them is ultimately to make them stronger.