[Torgon]

Captain Simragel, at the order of Balor, continued to search for the resting place of the God that had spoken to him in the dying forests of Fomoria. Behind him, the kingdom was dying, the curse grew worse by the month. Increasingly, hope was fleeing the kingdom.

Simragel was also despairing in his quest. He continued to search, but many paths were closed to him by the advances of other nations. Particularly disturbing, was an army of creatures from under the very mountains themselves (apparently they called themselves Argathans) that had advanced to the very marches of Fomormia. Simragel received a message from Balor, recalling him and his small force back to the capital lest the beasts from the mountains attack.

Emissaries had been sent to venture out to the army of Pale giants, but none had returned. Balor had no desire for war while they still searched for a cure to curse, but if the Argathan army refused to withdraw he would be forced to strike back. A eerie quite settled over the Armies of Fomoria, awaiting word from the ambassadors. They sharpened their weapons, but everyone hoped for a peaceful conclusion to the standoff. Fomoria had seen enough of war.