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Running for his life, the elven farmer clung onto his infant daughter- bearing little else than the clothes on his back. Behind him, his entire world was collapsing. His homestead illuminated by the very flames that destroyed it, and infested with the squat beasts which feasted upon what remained. Evil war horns resonate throughout the no man's land that was forming between the Camelite border and the Wailing Wall of the Chosen Battalion. Evidently, the uneasy peace between the neighboring regions had all but crumbled, and now a host of villagers paid the price whilst the battle lines formed and the foes prepared the hounds of war. Acres of lush farmland became scorched and wounded as the Battalion's forces prepared trenches and traps in anticipation for the enemy.

After a brief combat with Xel Praven, the Pygmy Cyclopean chief Euclid was defeated, having bled out after fainting due to exhaustion. As promised, the settlement of Garagorsh-Kaan was dismantled in less than a day, and the goblins inhabiting it returned to their homes in White Wolf Mountain and Trollheim. The city itself was in ruin, charred and brazenly vandalised by the goblin celebrations following Euclid's defeat, with fields salted and random traps spread throughout the ruins, topped off with a nice treat; the well in Catherby's square overflowing with feces, the Cyclopes' dismembered head sitting atop of it. A skeleton crew of goblins remained at the wall, to make the recapturing as annoyingly inconvenient as possible, and all of the battalion's slaves were found either crucified or chained to the floors of cesspits.

The scene served as grim proof of the necessity of Camelot's liberation of the region.