The High King looked down slightly at that, as if looking ashamed, before looking up once more. "Plague. My people were afflicted with a plague that killed in days - it spread quickly. No prayer or chant stopped it. As a desperate measure, we turned to the many necromancers that existed in our lands."

"They promised to preserve our people," he spoke, laughing slightly to himself. "...you can see they did. As this."