The Demon's Detail - Part 1

Thus it was that Zenophon rose to power. With such power the ties of humanity were thin and wavering. Arcosephale, home of the ancient mystics and elder nation rife with power was taken. The storm of Ermor grew and struck with a ferocity that drove back the armies of old.

Provinces fell under the mighty hand of Zenophon's army and Etimmu reported they had drawn deep into the land. Over 500 of the old legions had spread through the land of Arcoscephale. The Moloch who had tainted the minds of the mystics gathered his hoplites and his elephants and hid in provinces of temples to their pretender god.

The massive bulk of humanity was slow and the capital of Arcosephale was taken, it's castle surrounded and it's land burned. The mighty doors of the fortress were ripped from their mooring and it was left defenseless while the nation's might sat in a nearby province. Already the second half of the might of Ermor, another 500 strong was gathered near the former borderline when news reached Zenophon's ear.

The Ulmites had tried their hand, and played their cards, perhaps too early. They stepped into the lands of Ermor with their pretender-king Pug the Cyclops. His hand was short as his forces were weak. A few defenders of the province south of the capital were swept away, but knowledge was gained.

Already his army were starving, their heart was weak and the might of Ermor were the undisputed kings of fear. So the second army of legions did not go to crush finally the lands of Arcoscephale, but turned to these Ulmish invaders. Would they be so foolish as to starve in the lands of Ermor? Would they be so foolish that the Wailing Consorts would destroy and rout them before they had even a chance to wield their weapons?

Time would tell and the ghouls within the lands of Ermor stirred, for never had a fortress fallen when under their charge and this day was no different.