In the bogs of the east the God never expected its squalled peat farmers would ever have the drive to revolt. So on the fateful Night of the Brazen Bogs it was much to the surprise of the forces of the God of Enigmatic Decay to see the elder of the farmers, Honhil Drainwhistle, with The Open Rot Harvester in hand and poised for destruction of the order the god held onto zealously. The farmers had long been learning of the greater world at the Sermons in the Slit and they were ravenous for more knowledge.