Hill chuckled indifferently. "He didn't want to provoke the Undead, so of course he had to shout the slogan a little louder.
This situation wasn't all that bad for him.
Although it suppressed Thay's ambitions, it gave him plenty of time to sort out the internal strife."
It was still better than being truly forced to sweep across most of the Faerûn continent by those Thayan necromancers who thought they were already invincible.
At the beginning of the Spellplague, before the Undead appeared, most mages were in a daze. After all, the Undead could summon spirits without disturbing the Magic Weave.
On top of that, Bane had empowered Thay's Necromancy School with the Dark Undead Canopy, and their perennial archenemy had been defeated. No wonder they had become so inflated.
The result was that Szass Tam could no longer maintain his invincible state... Once the various mages adapted to the Magic Weave's flammable and explosive nature, who would truly fear a bunch of walking bones?
Avoiding the destruction of a nation required paying a tremendous price.
Otherwise, Szass Tam would never have gone mad enough to sacrifice the Chosen of all the Gods... The Chosen of the God of Suffering and Cyric could barely be understood, but he had even sacrificed Lathander's Chosen!
In the end, being sent directly into the Crystal Sphere Wall by Torm to atone for his sins was only right and proper.
Although the appearance of the Undead meant Szass Tam could no longer sweep across the world with his army of dead... What were several hundred thousand skeletons supposed to mean in front of the Undead?
Now, Thay had to think twice and then twice again before attacking even its neighboring countries... Otherwise, how could Simbul possibly leave her own nation undefended, instead of staying