Urist was sitting in her throne room one day in Spring of 257, when Armok materialized before her.
"Oh, hello my lord! What a pleasant surprise!" she said, greeting the Blood God with a smile.
"Chosen one! Listen to me now! A time of great tribulation is coming soon! I know not the exact date, but I know that our enemies are plotting against us even now!"
Urist was shocked to see Armok so agitated. "My lord, we still have three champions left....three champions who could destroy entire nations. So unless four or more nations come down on us, I think we're safe!"
"But-" interrupted Armok.
"No...I've been moping far too much lately. We need to look on the bright side here. Our enemies have always tried to kill us. This is nothing new. And after six decades of trying, I know one thing....we are still here!"
"Hmmmph!" snorted the Blood God. If only she knew of the leafy horrors these elves would inflict, would she be as brave?
"Our golden age is not behind us! Our golden age lies ahead! Look at the noble apartments I just opened up for the peasantry the other day! These opulent rooms are the CHEAPEST in the fortress!"
Urist continued. "And our cooks are actually cooking some wonderful stuff lately. I sure miss my sugar roasts, but if anything can fill the void of alcoholic sugar, its these fantastic roasts!"
"Why," Urist opined, "when I eat a demon meat roast, I feel like I could fight off the hordes of heaven all by myself!"
Armok was silent for a moment. Before he finally turned to leave, he spoke. "Well it is good to see that you are eager to fight Chosen One. It is very good indeed..."