Nearly another one-hundred Ulmish warriors met their end on the field of battle today, defeated by the fey Tuatha. This brings the total to over 300. The Ulmish Commander has a momentary crisis of conscience. He starts to ponder, "So many dead, and for what?" Then quickly he remembers the answer: The war will allow us to acquire new lands, to crush our enemies, and to plunder their natural resources! Well worth it!
With renewed optimism and clarity of mind, the Commander rallies what's left of his broken and beaten troops. As he does so, horse hooves sound in the distance. Coming closer, the Commander sees many Black Knights astride their powerful steeds coming closer. His troops let out a cheer! With a grin, he thinks, "With the arrival of the Black Order, this war should be over shortly."
Edit: Feel free to talk smack, guys! I won't take it personally.
You don't have to do it in role-play form, although I like doing it that way.