Level 1 - The Seventh God
Voice of Gorlan the Blind

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It is in my dreams that I walk. I know not whether this is distant past or the near future, but I recognize where I am. I am on the border of the Dukedom of Kalnethor, along the Midland Woods. There is a noise coming from the forest, a noise like rolling thunder. A primitive, guttural sound that I have heard before. It is the howl from creatures that live in the forest.

The Duke’s Army charges to meet the challenge of the Orcan Tribes. They are men of courage and valor, unaware they are marching to their deaths. They have faced the Tribes many times over the years, and believe they know what to expect. The Orcans are quick, but dimwitted. The soldiers assume that the Orcans will brandish little more than clubs and rocks as weapons, as they have in the past.

They are wrong.

I know some words in the Orcan tongue, and what they are chanting is unlike any of their battle cries that I know. It is not a song of glory. It is not a challenge to the well-trained soldiers. It is a declaration.

“The Gods come,” they howl. “The Gods come and you die.”

The wildmen of the Midlands charge out of the forest with blood-lust in their eyes. The Duke’s army holds its ground against the creatures. They do not yet realize that the real danger lies over the hill, and from the sea. Kalnethor will fall tonight if they fail.