From the Book of the Process:

“For many years before the coming of the Great Saban, the Promised Lands were led by The Great General. His tactics were beyond reproach, and his people loved him greatly, and though many foes marched to meet him he bested them time and time again on the field of battle. And the faithful erected great structures in his honor, and they placed his name upon them, and with every victory their admiration of him grew. And during this time the reach of the Promised Lands spread across the entirety of the kingdom, and the Eastern Wastelands were utterly dominated.  But as the seasons passed into memory, and the sun rose and set over many generations, the Great General grew tired.  And one day, he told his followers, ‘The time has come for me to make a journey…the greatest of journeys.  But know that I shall love you always, and look over you always, and know that one day I will bring to you another great general who shares my virtues, and when he arrives, you shall rejoice at his coming.’

And after the departure of the Great General, many lieutenants of his army clashed for control of the forces, and factions formed, and the Promised Lands were plunged into a joyless void.  The cursed people of the Eastern Wastelands sensed this, and they moved upon parts of the Kingdom long held by the Promised Lands, and little by little those lands were taken, and the influence of the Promised Lands lessened, and the legends of their splendor faded into memory.  Even after the Great Saban came, so great were the holdings of the Eastern Wastelands that many of the cursed people were heard to say, ‘Too late did the Dark Lord come; forever shall be our reign over this kingdom.’

But in the first year of the rising of the Grand Army, the Dark Lord sensed the stench of the Cursed Army approaching his lands.  He knew that they had heard of his victories, and he knew that they came to extinguish his bid to retake all the land.  ‘They know our power grows,’ he told his advisors.  ‘They move to stop the flood, as when The Mountain lies sideways in the Black River.’

And as the Cursed Army approached, the people of the Promised Lands grew hesitant.  Although their victories of late had been great, the memories of the dominance of the Cursed Army seeped into their minds, and some lost heart when the black clouds that preceeded the Great Ears’s coming rolled across the skies.  And on the eve of the battle, the Dark Lord looked out upon the battlefield, and the rain poured down across his hat’s great brim, and he spake, ‘Here shall lie the fate of my empire.  Tomorrow, here shall I make my stand.’”