Mammon drives forward, against the distraction of the whispers in the fields, with his main force. Azmaveth, he sends scurrying around the side of the city with his packs of the Hungry; but the main assault is directed toward the gates to the Urdurgh side. "Forward, and fast, my legion! Get me that city!"

In the city in front of the rushing army from Base Pandemonium, city guards are dotted unevenly around the battlements and the roofs of buildings. It is strange, for usually the guards of this place keep an eye on the inside. It seems many demonic eyes are set on the oncoming army and more blink into existance every passing moment.

Mammon scowls at the sight as he approaches. He demands several lieutenants to his side at once. "You told me our saboteurs would take care of nonsense like this! You will be the first to lead the assault -- if your word is any good, your blood will not feed the maggots of this land! Now go!" And go they do, for uncertain violence is better than the certainty of a raving-mad Prince; the first waves rush the gates, both on land and in the air, backed by arrow-fire from the rear ranks.

Banners of black Pandemonium are unfurled in the city! The guardsmen are not of Kerrpytha, but the center of Hell! A flight of winged demons joins the others already arrayed at the gate, meeting the onrushing horde of Mammon's troops. Their counter-attack is controlled, careful against the frenzied troops of their now-enemy. Somewhere deep behind the lines, behind and between two tall buildings stands Mulciber flanked by his personal guards. "It begins now," his words sound into the beginning battle. "Begin the sequence." At that, a courier flies from his post to another. From there, a dozen courier fly to other points in the city and so forth. With experience garnered from Pandemonium, the architect lays the foundations for a defensive battle .. Meanwhile, at the gates, it seems Mammon's forces have cleared the gate easily, but only to find themselves running into tight spaces filled with waiting demons. The city streets fill with blood and the clash of weapons.

Mammon reaches the gate himself in the second or third wave and pushes the remaining fragments of it aside, dominating the field. Several of the flyers attempt to buzz him and more than one gets swatted aside with a gargantuan yellow paw. His scowl deepens. "Beelzebub's stink is upon all of this. Sloth indeed." He barks a quick series of commands, sending his troops to lead the conflict into the parts of the city his intelligence has best detailed for him, to take maximum advantage. That done, he shouts, "Where are you, Beelzebub? Let me shove that black sword of yours somewhere more fitting!" The remaining elite of the wormguard circle him, and they make an advance down the main street of the Divided City.

<RPG> Mammon tests his Warfare and Tactics against Mulciber, who counters with his Warfare and Tactics. Mammon has slight chance of winning this test.

You paged Moloch and Mulciber with 'Slight win for me, but it looks to be a long, drawn-out affair, given Mulciber's specialty of urban combat.'.

A messanger runs to the architect at his chosen command point, where the sounds of battle have risen from slight whispers to a clear promise of death. "It is the Prince Mammon, m'lord. He's shouting to see Beelzebub." There is an evil chuckle from the Count. "And shout he may, but see he may not." The architect turns to those behind him, "Gather up the post. We will move to the next position to gather details of our situation." So, the commanders of the defense find themselves a better hiding place, all the while the defensive front withdraws from the attacking army, forcing them to follow into traps and unbalanced terrain. The opponent's alacrity and bloodlust, however, surprise the defenders and the fighting turns grim.

Mulciber pages to Mammon and Moloch: Yep, it would turn into a long term guerilla war, but as soon as Mulciber sees that, he'll call a retreat. It's not his fight. You'll carry the day, Mammon. :)

From afar, to Mammon and Moloch, Mulciber will also be fleeing without getting his ass kicked, so that'll give you more points.

Mammon pulls down architecture where he may; for all his talk of claiming all of Kerrepytha for himself, he does not esteem this half of it. His rage grows more and more hysterical as the fight goes on, and his men see significant losses for their pains, but they drive Mulciber's men deeper and deeper into the city, towards Base Pandemonium's half -- the rough equivalent, on a grand scale, of backing the Count's men against a wall, were they unable to fly. Several of the men cornered, they manage to combine their efforts to lay a gash open in Mammon's thigh before he reduces them to bloody mash.

"It's lost," the Count's heavy words speak to his advisors. Their faces do not share the architect's belief, but his expert advise seems to put a doubt in their eye. "As I told Beelzebub, there was never a hope of winning this war, nor this one fight." He scowls turning to face a wall that might come down on him any moment. "Sound the retreat." At once, one demon flies into the air from among the surprised command staff, blowing a horn with a shrill sound. Everywhere in the city, where Mulciber's men battle, similar events occur, resulting in the general retreat being raised. Many take to flight, some find underground passages to hide in and the architect himself employs the Iron Scepter, taking him and his command with him to Pandemonium for a debriefing. The forces of Pandemonium leave Kerrpytha to the Prince of Gluttony.

Mammon's skyward howl quickly fades for those taking to the air... but not too quickly. Whether it is a howl of rage or triumph is unknown.