A cat goes where it pleases, and a divine cat even moreso. While searching for possible solutions to his many problems, he comes across a hole in the warp, leading elsewhere. It's not open for long, but it's open long enough for him to trade a load of books buried under a castle in a swamp with the entity on the other side for some aid to be deposited in a place of his choosing.
A quick search finds a little farming village ensconced in a valley far to the north, where the people are praying to someone, anyone, to save them from the forces attacking their home. It's not his usual haunt, but he directs his new ace to appear there and tags them with the divine equivalent of an apology letter. He still owes the widow and her brothers, after all. It's a down payment, at least. Or a gamble on something more. And who is more suited than him to take that gamble.
The Acolyte finds themselves, all of a sudden, in a chilly pine forest. On one side is an improvised wooden barricade between two houses, manned by humans with longbows and grim expressions. On the other side, a force of wild-looking men, scarred and tattooed, raise circular shields to dodge arrows as they charge with mindless screams into the arrows. There are enough of them that this will work, eventually, and behind the berserkers, a team is dragging forward a horrific mass of limbs and tentacles with chains, preparing to release it upon their foes.