The Lord of Nogortha
"Something of the sort," Chance replies, continuing to slowly pace through the barrows. "And your guess is astute, but I will finish my story in my own time. For now, let us consider the position of the Chanac. They were not a barbaric people, but neither were they worldly, most of them having never in their lives seen what you would call a city. They fought each other, but it was a friendly sort of violence in a way, a contest between small groups to establish territory. The legions were more people than most of them could seriously consider possible to exist in one place, and all of them quite serious about their aggression."
Another turn, weaving between two disturbed mounds. "The elders were desperate for answers, for a way to protect their way of life. There was debate about whether to surrender, or flee deeper into the wilds, or try to fight back. It was decided by the offer of a young witch-doctor from a northern tribe, at the edge of the woods against what you know as the Five Kings mountains. Her name was Ascal, and she said that she had formed an agreement with the lords of the lower planes. If we were to unite under a single banner, she said, she would open the gates of the Abyss, and our demon-augmented numbers would be a match for the legions. Some of us, particularly the shamans - a very different role from witch-doctor in this culture - were reluctant. But outvoted and with no better options, we took the field with the rest of our people."
Another turn, coming face to face with a larger and wholly intact burial mound. "I was there, on that day when we fought the men of Taldor in this field. I stood as shaman and advisor to my tribe's war chief, and I saw what was wrought. Ascal summoned demons, oh, and how. In number, and in form, they were a terrible sight...but they did not stand against the invaders. No, Ascal had formed another deal, and her offer had only served to gather us in a single place for her demons and the legions to slaughter. I managed to flee the field when it became clear that we stood no chance of survival, and hid in the deep forests for years afterward, while Taldane settlers colonized what had been my people's lands...and as Ascal rose to prominence among their courts, now calling herself Whisper, and making of her origins a mystery. Her first great betrayal, I suspect - the sale of her people's lives, to buy herself a place among their killers."