As expected, however still suddenly, not so long after these first sightings in the Devil mountains, things happened where the elves had feared for. Lugubris had sent an army in a serious effort to expand his empire by overthrowing another nation and the first great war for control over Tamarant erupted. The first battle took place in the far northeastern part of Carved Dau, at a mountain which was called Kunam Kalam. A major route led over this mountain directly from Plana Medu to the capital city of the dwarf kingdom Bolchador. This was reason enough for the dwarfs to block the pass by building a big fortress. On one side this fortress was leaning against the steep mountain side and the other side of the fortress was anchored by its foundation at the edge of a gorge that was hundreds of meters deep. The gorge parted Kunam Kalam from the next mountain. The only entrance to the pass was now formed by two thick, double iron doors. One at the front end of the fortress and one at the back end. The space above these doors consisted of big stone vaults that were meters thick. Arrows could be fired from or burning oil and pitch could be poured through cracks in these vaults. So even if one of the doors would get destroyed, the other one could still be well defended. The dwarfs called the fortress Karapazar, the safe house. There were lots of heavy weapons at Karapazar and the troops took shelter in the mountain itself.
Silently the group drove on. About half a hour later they passed the walls of Kur-Ubu. Once the travelers entered the city they had more reason to wonder. Besides the absence of the huge town canal, Kur-Ubu looked like a smaller copy of Gor-Urbitsa. Just like in Gor-Urbitsa the group passed through two huge defensive walls and continued towards a citadel, that also served as a palace, in the center of the city. The residents seemed like very proud people but they kept to themselves. When the group passed, the residents greeted them in a friendly manner, however they obviously felt that everyone kept a safe distance. No one was really enthousiastic or showed curiosity. The travellers also noticed that, with no exception, every man they saw was armed. There was no time to pay too much attention because Baldak Dira led them at high speed through the streets of the city. He drove so fast that they could hardly continue in his track.
A piece of the story still has to be translated
Besides the story of Imh, the author has published some poetry. Until today these bundles are only available in Dutch language.