[atul]

The message had spoken of a breeding war between Man and Ermor (yet this could not be confirmed, for the ruler of Man accepted messengers no more). And soon, scouts brought Messages of battles in the northern lands where the undead slaughtered the inhabitants of Pangaea. It was clear, no-one would be safe from the onslaught of Ermor.

As a sign of things to come, a small detachment of priest was sen to conquer remaining independent province between Ermor and Arcoscephale, filled with ghouls. This was equivalent of teasing a sleeping dragon, and the effect was quickly seen. Messages came from all around, telling of Ermor trying to sway Arcoscephale's neighbours against her, of a possible peace between Pangaea and Ermor, and finally, a clear statement that the scourge would march to Arcoscephale next.

The undead massed to her borders, and Arcoscephale stood against the darkness alone. Pretty words came to nothing when times were dire, for neighbours both south and north were nowhere to be seen. As the undead threw themselves against the least defended border province, the few present priest were quickly overwhelmed by an army numbering to fifth hundred.

The first victory was that of the scourge's. But Arcoscephale's hoplite army was mostly unhurt and her god yet to reveal His might to the coming horde, so the war was far from over.