A man came up to the gate of Delucia and the guard asked him why was he in such a hurry. He responded by saying they were burying his father in the graveyard when they were attacked by a daemon. It supposedly began raising all of the dead warriors to create an army for himself. Fearing what could happen, the guard informed the commander of the guard, Anaximander, Anaxagoras' father. At this time Anaxagoras was only 16 years old, but when his father summoned his brother, Anaxarchus, he still decided to go with, against the wishes of his mother. But he told her that he was a man now, he was a warrior, and he was a Delucian. She gave in and told him to be careful. He grabbed his spear and strapped on his plate mail chest, pinned his cloak on and grabbed his helm. Then he made his way to his horse and rode to the Eurypontid. There he sat; listening intently to his father as he explained what was happening and that he had sent a cohort of hoplites north, their commander was Anaxarchus. Anaxagoras asked to go with but his father denied him, he must stay behind.
An hour or so later, eight of the twenty that left returned, Anaxarchus was not one of them. The survivors told them the horrors of what was happening; graves of their bravest warriors were desecrated as the daemon gave new life to their bones, life as his mindless minions. There were so many of them that they couldn't handle the sheer numbers. Anaximander decided that it would take the full force of the Delucian guard. He called upon all put ten of the troops, who were left to guard the town. With an army of one hundred hoplites and twenty mounted spearmen, they set north; Anaxagoras being one of the mounted hoplites. As they approached, his father set the battle plan. There were three main passages that lead into the city. Thirty hoplites would hold each, while the twenty mounted spearmen would charge in through the tiny southern passage then up and around to close in on the undead. Anaximander would lead the remaining hoplites in behind the horsemen and they would make their way for the daemon that started it all.
Once they were all in position and the main force of undead seemed to be attacking the groups of hoplites. They watched, waiting for the signal. They noticed that the hoplites were having no trouble holding the zombies and skeletons back. They were trained since birth for this, they would not falter. At that time, Anaximander gave the signal for Anaxagoras and the other horsemen. They charged in as the hoplites attempted for push the zombies back and gain some ground. As Anaxagoras rounded the corner by the small mausoleum they came upon a large group of undead. They were gravely mistaken; the main force wasn't at the front, only a small portion of it was. Anaxagoras and the other mounted hoplites managed to secure the first small building just as his father and his hoplites rushed in. They could see the other hoplites coming around the far end of the large building by the front. And then the lich lords came. Their magic decimated two groups of hoplites. The remains of the groups consolidated and fell back to a small building, attempting to hold their ground there. His father ordered them to retreat. The group of horsemen Anaxagoras was a part of charged the liches; they managed to kill three of the four but had to fall back away from the fourth after twelve of them died. His father called the retreat so they could regroup and press the attack again. He then formed the remaining hoplites into a single group and divided the last 8 horsemen into two groups, one flanking each side. Anaxagoras was in the left flank. Anaxagoras' father stood valiantly in the front line. There were only fourty-seven of the one hundred and twenty man army left. But they could not lose. Anaximander began to march forward; Anaxagoras went back up the small path to the building they had originally taken. One of the hoplites spotted the last liche and Anaxagoras' father gave the order to charge it. Five men died killing it, but they died honorably. Anaxagoras' group then hacked their way to the main building in the back. They moved into a square formation so that all of the sides of the hoplites were protected as they were swarmed by the undead. Then they noticed a new contingent of troops coming at them. They were dressed exactly as Anaxagoras and the other hoplites were. They assumed the last troops from the town came to back them up. Anaxagoras then noticed that the leader was none other than his fallen brother. The liche had summoned the cohort that was sent to scout the area. Anaxagoras rode forward and stabbed his spear at the zombie of his brother. His head easily detached as Anaxagoras' spear cracked into his helmet and his head rolled off, his body fell limp. All of the sudden the daemon came out flanked by hordes of skeletons. They swarmed the hoplites, but they held them off, but then the daemon charged with his large mace, bashing down hoplite after hoplite, then Anaximander charged with two hoplites by his side and yelled a fierce battle cry. He stabbed his spear up into its side, and the daemon reared up and roared in pain. He came down with his mace and crushed Anaximander, Anaxagoras screamed and charged up behind it. He thrust his spear deep into its back, aiming at what he thought was a vital organ; at the same time the hoplites that were with his father thrust up into it, killing the great beast. With his power gone, the skeletons and zombies fell to the ground lifeless once again.
Anaxagoras turned away from the city and decided it was best that he should leave the Lost Lands once again. Maybe he would return, one day.