[Excist]

Fomorians retreated like the baying sheep they resembled before the advancing armies of Pale Ones. Swifter than could have been predicted the walls of Fomoria stood besieged with the kine hiding inside like a bizarre petting zoo or one of those traveling circus freak shows so popular in the East.

Mandred, seeing the rebuke of Fomoria's hubris was going smoothly, turned his attention to the South where his messengers brought troubling news of rampant bandits disrupting trade amongst the conquered surface provinces and drunk, mad barbarians invading the southernmost lands. Mandred conscripted some Mercenaries to hold the siege while he took his swiftest Ancient Ones with him south to protect the Temple of Kolermegor while Seal Guards maneuvered to reinforce the rest of Agartha's borderlands against the madmen of Marverni.

When praying at the Temple of Kolermegor Harrow-gor came to him as if in spirit; as if in dream; and somehow simultaneously as if in the flesh.

"Too many Seal Guards have left already and they continue to wander to the surface as if on their own" Harrow-gor whispered/shouted with his dreamy non-voice.

"This was your will! I don't understand." Mandred responded, shocking Earth Reader Apil'Adad

"It is NOT my will, but it IS the only way. But, I had not anticipated that they would abandon their duty so quickly. The preparations are not complete. So, I have been forced to enter the Umbral Plane." Harrow-gor's mental voice boomed.

"Are you sure this is wise? Every one of our neighbors has turned against us and none give us solace. We need you now more than ever." Mandred beseeched.

"Have faith in the god that you have chosen and all will come to pass as it must. I WILL provide help. From within the Umbral Realm I have access to leylines of extraordinary power. When the need is great, take the Obsidian talisman that I have given you and press it against any solid rock of granite and shout "Locus Shadox Interminus" Teach this to the Oracles that you have entrusted with the holy obsidian and tell them to use it sparingly and only when great need is realized for this is both powerful and dangerous."

When the time came and the Marvernie barbarians crested the hill Mandred did as Harrow-gor had advised. slowly the granite compressed and solidified even as it flaked and chared until there was an Obsidian likeness of himself with black voids where eyes should have been. At first he didn't even notice, since his nightvision was so good, but when he realized that the world once again lacked the little color Pale Ones see and he saw his barbarian foe grasping around in the dark he realized that the Sun was gone. His Ancient Ones charged forth ripping the heads off the little men like they were statues of clay and the little Pale One miltia barely could keep up. Although the foe had numbered in the hundreds his small band of warriors killed them without taking a single casualty and the remaining third fled in disarray.

Mandred's only comment was thus: "Praise Harrow-gor"