[Torgon]

The pale giants of Argatha refused to yield. They claimed some ancient right to land that was clearly Fomorian, litterly footsteps away from Rath Chimbalth and the Isle of Kings.

From various sources within the local tribes of Icthyids, word had also reached Fomoria that these giants were conquering the very Encircling Ocean. Clearly, these pale monsters had intentions upon the entire world, and if they controlled both the sea and the land they would be unstoppable.

Reluctantly, Balor ordered the forces of Fomoria to attack. He had wished for Peace, and he still held out some hope that these creatures would find reason and come back to the negotiating table. But he could not stand back and let another invasion destroy the lands of his people. He sent out birds carrying messages far and wide for aid, but he had little hope that many would return with good news.

Within the encampment on the Plains of Fomoria, Captain Simragel oversaw the preparations. The forces of Fomoria were still small, having only begun to recover from the devastation of the previous years. However, with them was a company of Unmarked. Formorians untouched by the curse and sacred to the people. The previous night the new god had spoken to Simragel for the first time. In his dream she promised to imbue these holy soldiers with her own strength. As he looked out upon the forces of the Argathans arrayed against his tiny force he could only hope that she spoke the truth.