The Harasser

"When the armies of the Alcheomant marched against the joint forces of the City States of Armanath, mortal soldiers clad in brass and stones, carrying their polished kopeshes and sickles, riding chariots carried by most noble steed stood adamant against a horde of unfathomable monsters, unholy and unbidden creations of the mad sorceries and most malignant incantations of the thralls of the Endless Master and even the beasts of the corrupt Alcheomant himself. From hulking monsters to sinuous slithers, the myriad plethora of the horrors unleashed darkened the skies and turned the sands of the scorching desert black with the ichor as blessed weaponry cut through flesh and bones moulded into horrific imagery of madness."

- Chronicles of the Old Armanath