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And so it did come to pass. That there was a great battle outside the citadel of Ermor!

And there was much gnashing of teeth, and stomping of boots, and rolling of terrible eyes, and so forth.

And the Army of Ermor was vast indeed, and the earth shook beneath the weight of the dead.

But the Jaguars of Mictlan did not flee, or faint, or decide they would rather be doing something a little less dangerous like perhaps dancing or singing.

The armies clashed, and horsemen were toppled, and wounds were given, and wounds were received, and there was much suffering and dying and blood and bits poked out and such stuff.

And in the end, the Ermorian leaders did pack up their bags and flee, for they were smitten with fear and dread. But the mindless horde did not care, and fought on. And lo! They did not perish. For the immortal Queen of Death has no fear, and she did remain on the battlefield. Curse her! Curse that Queen!

And in the end all the army of Ermor was slain. And all the army of Mictlan was slain, except for some lucky bastards that took off right around the end.

And only two remained on the field of battle: the immortal Queen, and the Priest King Raoul. And Raoul did fling Vine Arrows at the distant Queen, and the distant Queen did throw some pebbles at Raoul. And so they flung and flung, and flung some more at each other, like some weird death match, until a rock hit Raoul in the head, and he died.

The End


Tally of the Dead
Mictlan: 4 commanders, 70 soldiers
Ermor: 17 commanders, 331 undead