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For seven long years they fought the undead masses and other monsters and all those years King Manes prayed to the gods who seemed to have turned a deaf ear and a blind eye. Meanwhile, the people withstood, and even became stronger.
After the first two years of fighting, those in El Morad had grown accustomed to attacks. Their position was strong and they improved in the ways of war. Eventually, they dared to venture beyond the safety of the walls. Tunneling into the mountains behind the city provided metals, and wood they harvested by sending armed bands into the forests. Food proved a challenge at first, but by relocating much of the populace into the mountains and underground, enough space was vacated within the walled city for crops to be planted.
By the third year, seasoned veterans began hunting the monsters, rather than just waiting to repel attacks. These warriors brought back stories of adventure and glory. Soon these parties organized themselves into what would be known as the Knights. They lived apart from El Morad and dedicated their lives to their duty; some of them would even learn the arts of magic and healing. The years passed, and the Knights grew in power.
On the last night of the seventh year, something extraordinary occurred. Red rain began to fall upon El Morad. Far away, a green fog appeared and inched closer to the city. A warning had sounded. For the first time in years, all had run for the gates, and more than one would admit that they were afraid.
King Manes once again prayed to any who would listen.
This time a God answered, and asked, "What do you wish from me?"
"Everyday my people die. Please help us."
"There is no need," was the reply.
"But everyday my people die. And now there is this terrible rain and fog, which many think signal the end of all. Is there no greater need?"
"There is no need."
Determined to see salvation, the king begged, "You have the power; at your will, all will be right again, we are but your humble servants."
"Servants are not free from consequence, and servants of mine you shall become. This day I show myself not to hear your prayer, but to tell you that your end is near."
The King grew angry, "If you will not help us, we shall meet our end together."
But the God had already gone. The King did not even know which God it had been. Had it been Logos? Akara? Or Pathos-Cypher?