From Forduk, Amrik set out with his sorcerer and his army upon the road of conquest. He had a mind to ravage the cities of Salasal, to bring the nation to its knees and take for himself the throne of the kingdom in the capital at Shemsan.
The word passed before him that General Amrik was out for blood and ruin and that he would enforce his intentions with steel and sorcery. As he rode northward and westward, Amrik broached no resistance. Armies faced him—but that soon proved a foolish and futile thing for armies to do.
For at Kaurtumai, Amrik used the magic of his mage in black to sweep away the host of armed men in the flood of a flaming rainstorm. And at Leskidandrun, the earth had opened, and warriors flailed and screamed as quick tentacles reached from below to drag them down into de
