[Mind Elemental]

A year has passed since the God came to Avalon, and it has been good. The armies of Man have seen to it that the God's banner flies over the neighbouring lands, and trade has flourished side-by-side with magic and worship. Even the strange races nearby, worshippers of other Gods, were not too much cause for concern. But now...

The word is everywhere. Monks whisper it at refectories, tower guardsmen chatter about it in messhalls, bards embellish it with every song.

War has come to Man.

Caelians have poured over the frontier, but winged men with ice weapons have not aroused near so much comment as the giant woolly mammoths they ride. So far dozens of mammoths have been seen, and terrified militiamen from the fallen provinces testify to their near-invulnerability as they trample all beneath them.

Now the witches, castellans, and monks huddle together with the God in conference, even the crones coming out of their seclusion. Messengers race off to every corner of the kingdom, bearing orders and missives...