Mazera Mega Story Thread

When Lengdu got out of his tent, he first thought that his nephews were playing near the campfire. But then, he realized that, indeed, the Balseraphs were arrived, like Vungu had told him a few moments ago. She was standing near two children who were babbling and playing with each other. Lengdu approached. He was uneasy. Many humans were standing behind the children and, albeit calm, they were at least as upsetting. They had strange bodies, even for humans, and some wore bags on their heads, or something similar. Among them, Lengdu saw some monsters. He didn’t know what kind exactly. It didn’t matter, anyway. He was scared and wouldn’t be afraid to say it. But he couldn’t, right now.
The camp had been made at the easternmost point of their territory, near Shwa, his town, as he liked to call it. He was indeed its ruler and that’s why he had to come to Vungu’s camp to meet the Balseraphs. They had some urgent matter to discuss. Vungu wanted him to take a more important part in the political activities of their country… But he didn’t like that. Politics? Nah, he was an adventurer, a singer, a leader. He wanted to roam the wilderness with his troops, not to seat and talk with two human children.
Those two were girls. Unlike themselves, human females were smaller, curvier and weaker. There, one was smaller than the other. The smaller one had a red fur on the head; it was long and tied in a cone. The bigger one had an untidy black fur. Vungu talked suddenly:
“This is Lengdu the Drummer—“
“I don’t want to hear drums, Kee--!”
“I don’t want either. Send him away.”
“You’ve mistaken me, my ladies.” Vungu did a thing Lengdu knew wasn’t easily saw by humans. She slightly curled back one side of her lips, usually done when annoyed. Inside, Lengdu was laughing. “The Drummer is his title. You don’t want to know why, though.”
“Fine, then, we don’t want to.” ‘Kee’ looked to the other human.
“Who’s he, then?”
“I- I am the ruler of Shwa, the town just a few pounces over the hills.”, he said, still uneasy. “And you are the Balseraphi rulers?”
“I am the Balseraphs ruler, Keelyn.”, answered the big one.
“You’re kidding, right? I’m the ruler too!”
Keelyn looked back at the other with a bright smile and nodded. She then looked straight into Lengdu’s eyes and said: “She’s Nell. She’s mine.”
Lengdu and Vungu stared at each other during a small moment, enough to share each other’s thoughts about those weird humans.
“Why are you here, ladies?”
“Well, Vungu, isn’t it?” She nodded at Keelyn. “We want you to go and fight… what’s his name already? Big Fat Green?”
Nell giggled.
“What… Wait, you mean… Hafgan the Purger?”
“No no no, silly Vungu. Aren’t you listening? Did I say Big Stupid Green?”
Nell giggled again and then said her lady was talking about Jonas Endain. Vungu’s eyes met Lengdu’s once more. They were wide opened, full of fear.
“Why would we do that?”, he said.
“Why?!” Keelyn had turned her face towards him again. This time, she seemed more like a Ngomele than like a human. She looked like she was going to pounce at him. Nell quickly grabbed her arm and whispered something. She then looked at Lengdu by the corner of her eyes:
“We own you, that is why.”
Vungu and Lengdu stood right there, speechless. The Ngomele that were attending whispered at each other.
“Can I touch your nose?”
Lengdu was confused. Surprised, too. And then, he was shocked when she came near him, stretched on tiptoe and petted his nose. He repelled her with his arm, pushing her away towards Keelyn, making her lose her balance and fall down. Keelyn’s face became red, but that wasn’t due to her anger; flames were rising from her hands. She screamed!
When he opened his eyes, Lengdu saw a corpse burning on the ground, behind Keelyn, among the Balseraphs. Their leader was down, taking care of Nell. Lengdu couldn’t take his eyes off the poor guy she killed of anger. He thought he should have taken the fireball. The soldier hadn’t been guilty of anything, while he did. He looked at Vungu; she was down and terrified. Lengdu stepped forward.
“Don’t ask for pardon, silly wolf.” Keelyn stared at him with anger. “I won’t give that to you. I want Big Fat Green’s head or Cheval will be burned down along with your entire petty kingdom.”
“That’s Shwa.”
“Whatever.”
They stood up and left without saying anything else. Well, they left a burning body, but that was all.

Corane was pleased. Daracaat had been disposed of, he had been appointed as the leader of the Archos, and he now had the opportunity to do anything he wished. The first thing on his list was a grand palace, which was built entirely with strong spider silk. He increased the training of the military to include fighting in the forests as the Elves do and the hills as the Dwarves do.
One day, he came storming out of his quarters in a frenzy. "I have had a vision! Mother has spoken to me and we must cleanse this land of humans. Some may ask, but wait, we are humans. No, we are not! We are both human and spider, we are the Archos! And what are the humans? Parasites! The Dwarves give us gold and the knowledge of the mountains. The Elves give us exotic fruits and the knowledge of the forests. Even the Orcs give us knowledge of the jungles and the Doviello have taught us the ways of the tundras. We will be the weapon that cleanses this land of corruption! Sharpen your blades, men! It's time to feast!"
Every man gave a cheer and grabbed their blades, eager for battle. Corane marched towards his throne as the spiders were readied for battle and given their instructions. Destroy all humans and human settlements. They were sent first to the lands of the Chislev and will then go to the lands of the Bannor. The Chislev will give no resistance, easily falling beneath the poisoned wave of the Archos. The Bannor will be the problem and will require a more subtle approach.
"Actious. Send the scout spiders into the Bannor cities. Spread infection and chaos. The Bannor will fall when their core is broken. Now send the men to the Chislev! Their annihilation is at hand. Also, purge our cities of all humans. Any that contain no Archosian blood must be slaughtered and burnt. This world must be cleansed. And it will be."

Chislev Warfare


Xtun looked around nervously. He and his squad were supposed to scout the area, note any important military locations, and return to the horde. So far, it hadn't gone as well as planned. Half the scouting squad was destroyed by the Chislev and the other half had gotten separated. They didn't know the Chislev were this skillful in the trees. Had they known, they'd had never entered the forest to begin with
Xtun heard another scream somewhere off to his left and cowered lower. The Chislev hunters were slaughtering them like pigs. Hunting them down one by one and ending their lives. This mission was already a failure, but Xtun still wanted to leave. He crept forward slightly, but stopped as he saw a Chislev hunter jump from the tree above him to another tree to another. It seemed to have not noticed him, but he held still for a few more minutes nonetheless
After a few minutes passed, he crept forward slowly. It was painful to hear the screams of his dying brethren. This scouting party had been cobbled together with Goblins born from the same batch. It was as if his brothers and sisters were dying. He heard a stick snap to his right, stopped, and turned to look. A deer twitched its nose and ran off. Xtun let out a sigh of relief and took cover under a large bush. He heard several more screams followed by the falling of bodies, telling him that his brethren had attempted to either fight back or escape in the trees.
He continued to move through the bush, feeling around for a stick or branch of some kind to get a feeling of where he was. He finally grabbed a hold of something. His vision blinded by the bush, he felt it to see what it was. As he felt its smoothness and the sharpness of the point, he let out a groan and a large portion of his brain as the Chislev spear went through his skull.

Sh’Sen crept through the damp foliage, feeling wet leaves slid over his body with every step, felt his tongue flicker across his lip-there, he smelt the Hell-Stink of Sheim. Shifting, he make the call of a local bird, knowing foolish Humans would not identify it’s source. He waited, then heard the responding whistle. Pulling his lips back, over his theath in what a human would call a smile, he pulled his blowpipe out of the harness on his back, and hissed a quit chuckle. Time to go hunting. Ready Or not, Hell-Stink, here I come, he thought.

Kuriotate Attack


Leofric was crouched low, advancing slowly through the plains towards the Sheaim city of Tongurstad. The Sheaim had recently attacked the Kuriotates and Cardith Lorda sent him and his axemen to assault the Sheaim. So far they'd captured and burned down several Sheaim outposts along with slaughtering several Sheaim scouting parties and an axeman regiment.
They were in the center of the plains when the carnage began. A man to the left of Leofric screamed and was seen flying away, clutched in the claws of a Griffon. The men were ordered to raise their spears to the skies, but they were frantic in the chaos as Griffons were swooping down from above and flying off with our warriors. Our screaming Captain was seen soaring away in the claws of a mighty Griffon before being fed upon by several more hungry Griffons.
Sheaim mages were seen standing on the palisades of Tongurstad, waving their staves about and chanting. As the Sheaim-controlled Griffons continued to pick off Leofric's platoon, he stabbed upwards into a Griffon. He felt its bled drip on his shoulder as he tore the sword down its stomach. The Griffon fell dead beside him, but another was there to take its place. Several of the other men had begun felling the Griffons. Several Griffon carcasses littered the ground and there were fewer and fewer swooping down to attack the men.
After many hours of battle, all the Griffons were slain and the Sheaim mages had vacated the palisades. The surviving men huddled together and rested after a long battle. Leofric took a swig from his sack of water and looked at his fellow men before realizing something. His men wouldn't make it to Tongurstad as he saw the moving of grass in the distance. A scaley tail swooped up and back under the brush of the plains. Battle began anew as Cualli Lizardmen descended upon the weary Kuriotate warriors
Leofric fought valiantly, felling several of the Cualli. His men were equally courageous, but they were outnumbered agaisnt a fresh enemy in the Cualli. One by one, the Kuriotate men fell until it was just Leofric, standing in the center of Cualli corpses, swinging his sword at anything with scales before being cut down by the the overwhelming Lizardmen.