[CyborgMoses]

The traitorous filth of Arcoscephale have conquered the Fomorian homeland, taking only a handful of casualties as their irresistable horde of Wind Riders slaughtered everything we had to throw at them. Our only small victory was that our summoned shades killed a few of the equinophiles as we attempted to flee the field; all of our troops and mages were cut down. Again, we beg for aid from any nation with a desire to avoid Arcoscephale's grip of death.