Long did I wait in the shining city across the river from the land of the unWISe, CONs, and SIN, to attend the greatest of conventions. As I finally rose to strike, my quarry moved to the south and my lands grew sour, depriving me and mine of the tribute needed to follow the beast. So I bid my time, waiting. Now, many years later as my eyes grow dim and I have strong sons to carry my conquest forward again, I shall ride to the south and east and finally claim a seat at the table that should have been mine oh so long ago. Beware oh Indiana, of the wrath of the Northmen.
So who else is going?