You gather the last of the straglers, the people that had not come with your original pleas, and tried one last time to convince THE MAN and his followers to come. But to know avail. Finally, you and our band of a few hundred motley survivors leave the town, bound for the great city of Chachin, in hopes, of course, that it still exists.

For the most part, the people are tired and silent, constantly looking to the East, as if hoping for the towers and the turrets of Chachin to appear over the horizon.

On your way, you pass many towns, burnt to the ground and destroyed, and in every one, you search for surviors in hopes to build up your army. But none are found. The journey, Captain Creeper (I really need to think up names for these people) stays with you, as silent as the rest of the group.

You saw the smoke first, rising in a column over the Plain of the Lances, and tried to avoid it, but the people were too tired to take any longer path to the capital than the most direct and quickest. As it comes into view, you see a large and prosperous city, not quite Chachin, but up there in power, being laid seige to by a band of a few hundred trollocs. The resistance seems small and the trollocs are, as you watch, burning a hole through the main gate under the guidance of an Eyeless. You wonder for a second why there are so few trollocs, but then you see the heaps of trolloc bodies right outside of their camps, waiting to be consumed.

The city has held bravely for this time, but it will fall soon.