And the Chronicler wrote: In the fourth month of the fourth year of the Skyrim Epiphany, there arose a great clamor and gnashing of teeth throughout the Holy City of Freemod. The multitudinous and mighty hosts of the idolatrous Valvites and Bethites were at the gates! They came to rape, pillage and burn in the name of their mod-sucking god, Filthy Lucre. Treachery and betrayal did abound as many Freemodites forsook their faith and hastened to sacrifice at the blood-drenched altar of Filthy Lucre. Moreover, one whom the loyal Freemodites thought to be their champion was now seen as a betrayer, a Judas, a wolf in sheep's clothing! This dark one had committed the ultimate blasphemy! He openly expressed doubt that the Almighty Freemod Him/Her/Itself had ever uttered the command, "Thou shalt have no other mods before me." To the greater horror of the freemod orthodox, this dark one had even been discovered accepting tainted silver from sinister and powerful agents of the dank, steamy mods-for-cash netherworld of Filthy Lucre. "Woe! Woe!" they cried. "What is to be done? The end times are upon us!" In their confusion and anger the Freemodites turned viciously upon one another - brother against brother, son against father. Alas, the Holy City was torn by strife. The Freemodite loyalists in a holy rage threw themselves at the Freemodite renegades. The Freedmodite renegades answered by pouring barrels of burning mods upon the enraged attackers. Fires raged everywhere, and smoke billowed. Soon the smoke formed into a great, dark, oppressive and choking cloud of rumors, innuendo, half-truths, canards and accusations that covered the entire city and rose more than five hundred cubits into the sky. When the Valvites and Bethites saw this, they counseled together and said, "Let us withdraw our armies for a season. Let the Freemodites destroy themselves. Then the Holy City will be ours."