OverHorde is The Revolution...Fight The Blockade
King Xon rules with an iron fist forged of flesh, bone, muscle and steel engulfed in a froth of desperation.  This is the time of  The OverLords, the ending of the era of mankind.   The initial horror of blazing the trail ahead will not be in vain and this I will show you soon after the tide turns towards travesty and turmoil.  They have come to open your mind to the impossible.  The EarthWalkers of  The Tongue Horde have exposed the truth in the lies and the lies in the truth and you have witnessed the birth of everything and nothing in the same instant.  A single breath is the last thing you would remember before your soul slips away from behind your eyes.  The Husk have become the force of destruction you have prayed for since birth, it is this you have been waiting for in the back of your mind.  The Dragon Brimstone has done his King's biding and you can smell the despair in the air, blowing in the scarce wind intent on singed skin with every shallow breeze it provides.  This is the ending, a time where Lord Nekoterof wields the pen in these tales to tell of tragedy to test your very relative existence in this plane and beyond beyond.  Open your mind and welcome the Majesty of Agony, King Xon, Forever.

Although he is not a member of The Husk, Non Hsrah shares the harsh outer epidermis with a tendency towards hostility and violence against those that stand in our way.  He is an Earthwalker, sentenced to live on Earth along with the others in The Tongue Horde, their destiny is ahead and they will not stop until it has been reached.  Accomplishment is not a hope or a prayer, it is reality everyday, for we know nothing else.  We have taken the best of what must be said and told it to you in a form and fashion of a psychotic breakdown in broad daylight.  We know no other way than to bring you the beyond beyond.  "The Husk in my flesh resides on a frame of iron singed with fire and cover in soot."  - Non Hsrah