The quiet, lazy, sunny days of summer have slipped away from the warren. As you silflay the yellowing flay and watch as leaves slowly flutter down from the trees, you shudder a bit as the cool chill of winter creeps into your bones. All the humans have gone away, packed up their loud and smoke spilling hrududu. The great dwelling of the humans stands tall and empty except for a lone man and all the nildro in their dark feathers and squawking language as they flutter from tree to tree. The scout rabbits report that no elil are to be found near the warren. Yet deep inside the comfy warm burrows a small rabbit thrashes on the ground and gives dire warnings to you all. "Something isn't right; Inle approaches," he says as he gnashes his teeth. "It's like a cold, damp place and it is spreading from the man's place to us." Join your fellow rabbits as they take up the call to arms to protect the warren from a great evil. Heavy role-playing scenario based on Robert Adam's "Watership Down"