OOps, nothing to see here
Edit 2: Actually, there is one
Alastor smiled as he saw the guardians of the Mirror run away from their farmland, closely chased by the ghostly figures. He knelt beside a corpse and began draining the blood into a vial.
"Having fun? Alastor?" said a voice behind him.
Alastor whirled around to see another man clad in blue, and moaned.
"I thought I posted guards at the gate to definately not let you in on this mess, Hastur."
Hastur laughed. "It's not as if those 7 foot minotaurs could restrain me, one slap on their face with my hand knocked them out for good."
"Really?" Alastor thought. "I will make sure that the next guardians tougher."
"I don't see why you folks don't like my doing," interjected Hastur. "I am merely pursuing my hobbey, and if that takes stealing a few dead bodies which doesn't even affect creation anymore..."
Alastor sighed and placed the vial of blood in a messenger hellraven's beak. It crowed and flew off into a certain direction. "The 500 corpses that you stole and reanimated," said Alastor. "Escaped into Creation and bothered a few warriors of Tasunke."
"I told you it was my golem's fault."
"Which you created."
"What was that vial of blood for anyways?"
"Oh," Alastor rolled his eyes. "Now you change the subject..."
...
That day, a particulary large black bird sailed into the courtroom of Tasunke and dropped a vial of blood upon the floor, splattering blood everywhere. Then, to everyone's horror, the blood began to form a phrase, it said Horrors of War
As everyone looked agape, Echesos merely smiled.