“Your Majesty, they come again.”
“I can see, I can see. Send someone down to Baron Shalmed, tell him to reinforce the sunward rim.”
“Your Majesty!” the guardsman horse galloped away on his horse down the slope.
“There seems to be an inexhaustible supply of them,” the King observed. “How goes the attempt to close the rift?”
“My Liege,” answered an advisor, “the sorcerers believe they can do as you ask, but they need more time.”
“My army withers. These horrors will soon escape into the countryside. Make sure they understand.”
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“And may the Gods help us.”