[Quitti]

Recently the false god worshippers, big giants from the desert west from Forges of Ulm, the Ashdod, decided that attacking Ulm was a a good idea. Lately though, having beat the weird horned giants back with very minimal losses, and having started to siege the first castle of the few desert cities that the nation of Ashdod posesses, the priest smiths of Ulm can not but wonder;

"Why did they attack us? What did we do to them? Taking our provinces with force brings them nothing but harm. But they must be repelled, and punished for their insolence and arrogance. There can be no Ashdod in the struggle for godhood."

Cladding their forces in mighty black steel, arming their troops with great black halberds, battleaxes and flails, the forces of Ulm, the worshippers of the True God march forward, towards the desert cities of Ashdod. The false god must be beheaded, his disfigured and flayed head displayed over the prime gate of Capitol of Ashdod. Mark our words, their god shall fall. Storm of iron will wash upon their land, leaving it purged of this false faith once, and for all time to come.