The Mist, the Gyrocopter, and the Skull

The fog made it impossible to see, how could any of the warmachines shoot now? Just a while ago there was no fog at all, it was as if some evil beast conjured up this foul weather. My next thought was how will I conscript infantry and cavalry with all of my artillery and archers useless? Fortunately it was still day, something even the undead were afraid of. I knew they would hold up this standoff until night, when they would charge through this dense cloud to engage us. To believe the Great King Hazagon will be ousted by a few bones. Thinking about how he needed to get more troops Hazagon send his only Gyrocopter to the dwarf installment a day behind him. Hopefully they would get here by nightfall. The wait was horrible, it was only midday and already he longed for the battle to begin. The fog was thicker then it was before, maybe the undead were planning an attack now? No they couldn't be, their powers are weakest now, or at least that's what my grand papa always told me. I began to walk the line giving orders to my troops, informing them of our situation. Before I knew it night had fallen upon us, I still had not heard from the gyrocopter I send out earlier. The fog had turned into a mist now, but the darkness helped shroud them enemy in an invisible cloak. My ranks were becoming edgy now, they wanted to fight. I agreed, but I wanted to wait for the reinforcements. Just then I heard a rumble behind us, and a sound from the air, mechanical sound from the air. Could it really be true, his brethen have made it in time. How though, for the travel is across mountains and takes at least a full days worth of travel. The gyrocopter flew past my retinue into the mist. I guess he wanted to scout the enemy before reporting to me, I like that pilot a brave dwarf. The wait for the other dwarves to arrive was longer then eternity itself, I could hear them marching but couldn't see them. Then in the distance I saw them, I also heard the gyrocopter making a pass to come back presumably. He then landed, to my dismay his machine looked like it was over 100 years old and never maintained. A dwarf who destroys his equipment is just as bad as one who commits treason to join those foul brethren of ours in Zaggurend. I saw the pilot, still hunched over in his gyrocopter. I became suspicious, I unsheathed my axe getting ready for the worst. When I got closer something smelled like rotting flesh...it was the pilot! He was half eaten, and he started shambling toward me! I took my axe and with one fell swoop cleaved his head in two, hopefully having his soul rest in peace. The other dwarves were just getting upon us now, I quickly moved as fast as my little legs would take me to see their commander. I started shouting, I knew they heard me, but I got no replies. When I got their I immediately recognized their leader as High King Kazador. I asked him "Brother what took you such a short time to reach us, your camp was at least a day's travel away. Nevermind at least you are here now we can charge the infernal death. A cold hand touched his back, "Dear Hazagon, we have had many improvements, especially me." As my king said this I felt the life being drained from me. I tried to yell, but I couldn't open my mouth. Kazador then gave the order to attack, his troops moved forward, mine stayed where they were with their backs turned. I tried to yell again, instead I heard Kazador say "All missile troops FIRE!" All of a sudden the warmachines, crossbowmen, and thunderers fired their weapons making a mist so thick it rivaled the one infront of us earlier today. I heard cries of battle in the distance, I assume it began. When the smoke cleared I saw not a single of my men still alive, they were all slaughtered by the undead. "I suppose you want to know why I kept you alive, well in all truth I don't know, but seeing your despair for your comrades isn't good. You know though they aren't really dead." With that I shuddered even more as I saw an army raising from the dead where mine stood. "Now my dear Hazagon, I have a present for you," with that I saw his mouth coming closer to my head opening as if he was going to ...."King Dammison look what I found," the Runesmith handed the King a skull with a gapping hole in the top. "It looks like the poor lad had his insides sucked, at least we know it was the undeads fault." "Sir we have spotted the dwarven army ahead of us. They are marching to us."
"Good, we can join with them and then go slay the incarnations that did this to our brother."