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customary practice when we came on one of those walled towns was to sit
back and lob boulders at the walls for a few days while my brothers and
I raked the place with tornadoes and filled the streets with illusory
monsters. Then, when the walls had been reduced to rubble and the
inhabitants to gibbering terror, we'd charge in and kill all the
people. I tried my best to convince Chaggat that it was really
uncivilized to slaughter all those Angaraks and that he ought to give
some consideration to taking prisoners. He gave me that blank,
uncomprehending stare that all Alorns seem born with and said,

"What for? What would I do with them?"

Unfortunately, the barbarians we accompanied took to Belsambar's notion
of burning people alive enthusiastically. In their defense, I'll admit
that they were the ones who actually had to do the fighting, and
somebody who's on fire has trouble concentrating on the business at
hand.

Quite often Chaggat's Alorns would batter down a wall and rush into a
town where all the inhabitants had already burned to death. That
always seemed to disappoint the Alorns.

In his defense, I must say that Torak finally did mount a
counterattack.

His Angaraks came swarming out of the mountains of Korim like a plague,
and we met them on all four sides. I don't like war; I never have.

It's the stupidest way imaginable to resolve problems. In this case,
however, we didn't have much choice.

The outcome was ultimately a foregone conclusion. We outnumbered the
Angaraks by about five to one or better, and we annihilated them. Go
someplace else to look for the details of that slaughter. I don't have
the stomach to repeat what I saw during those awful two weeks. In the
end, we drove them back into the mountains of Korim and began our
inexorable advance on Torak's ultimate stronghold, that city-temple
that surmounted the highest peak. Our Master frequently exhorted his
brother to return the Orb, pointing out to him that his Angaraks verged
on extinction and that without his children, Torak was nothing. The
Dragon God wouldn't listen, however.

The ruggedness of the terrain on the eastern slopes of the mountains of
Korim had forced the Marags and Nyissans to make their approach from
the south. Had it not been for that, the disaster that followed would
have been far worse.

It was the prospect of losing all of his children that ultimately drove
the Dragon God over the line into madness. Faced with the choice of
either surrendering the Orb or losing all of his worshipers, Torak, to