[Squirrelloid]

It was a great victory, at least that's what the history scrolls would say. But many warriors, dead and not quite dead, gave what was left of their eternal lives in the opening hour of the engagement. A memorial should be erected here.

A Funerary procession wound its way back to the capital, carrying the remains of over a dozen honored high priests who valiantly died in battle. But Atankhara could not do more than briefly pay his respect as the silent pilgrimage wound its way homeward, his was the task of reorganizing the remaining forces.

The enemy was totally annihilated, his magical might destroyed. Now was the time to end this conflict and reclaim lands which had long ago been theirs. Already, more troops freshly woken from their slumber marched to join their position. They would pour like water over a sill into the underground warrens of their enemy, and drown them in their own blood.