Mazera Mega Story Thread

[Imuratep]

Faeryl rejoiced as she received the little present that came with the Sheaim message. Arendel's head. Though she always had waited for this moment she had never believed that her wish would finally come true.
But now the feeling was so beautiful. She could spend hours with the long ginger hair of her deceased sister nestling on the skin of her arms. It felt smooth like finest Archosian silk, but still warm like a ray of sunlight in high summer. In spite of her death the cheeks of her sister had not lost her warm rosy complexion and even her lips seemed to form a friendly smile.
Faeryl smirked cynically. Even as a corpse your life seems to be a bowl of cherries, my sweet little poppet. After she had looked at the head for about half an hour she gave it to one of her servants. "Prepare the head as a hunting trophy. I want to see it above my bed every night to remind me of my triumph." The servant appalled at this cruel order. "Go! Or your head will be right next to hers." Then after finally the coward had rushed out of the throne room Faeryl beckoned Alystrin her most successful shadow to her side. "Call my lieges into the Shadow Court. We have a lot of things to discuss."

 

[Diamondeye]

Spoiler The actions of a madman, pt. XIII :

Sigillum was disturbed by the whispers that roamed through the camp. With voices that were filled with both awe and disciplined hate, worst of all fear, he heard the news creeping through the camp like a forest fire: "Flauros! Flauros has returned!"

He immidiately rode for the front, finding several other officers already there. The advance had stopped by a small village, protected by a handful of peasants, a single Hippus rider, and - Flauros.

Flauros looked - Sigillum was tormented by this feeling - immaculately frightening. His imprisonment and fast travels had slimmed him down, and his face bore the painful look of one who had lost that which is dearest to him. His black cape fell around him majestetically, and in his right hand, a long and slim enchanted blade could be seen. Flauros was looking straight at Sigillum. With a throbbing heart, Sigillum realized that he could not meet the gaze - a gaze that looked like it would have been able to burn straight through his armour and skin and right to his heart.

Sigillum turned his horse towards Moloch. "Prince Moloch, may I suggest that you..."
He didn't get any further before Moloch had gotten hold of his axe and charged towards Flauros. The Demon Prince struck from above with all his might, and Flauros stepped to the side and redirected the blow slightly. The earth shook upon impact. Swiftly, Flauros swung his blade and cut a flesh wound in the chest of the demon before backing away. A few drops of black demon blood ran from the wound.

Moloch started to laugh as he slowly advanced, but Flauros raised his hand and rays of red light begun to emanate from the wound. Moloch's laughter died out: "What- What are you doing?"
"Reclaiming the soul of my sister," Flauros replied. The lights grew ever stronger before finally fading away. Moloch collapsed on the ground.

Flauros stepped towards the Calabim armies, a red Soul Gem in his left hand. As Moloch's corpse burst into flames, the Calabim soldiers bowed to their Lord Flauros, ruler returned. Sigillum rode away in fury.

 

[Diamondeye]

Moloch Slain
The demon prince Moloch, leader of the demonic forces that are allies of the Calabim, has been defeated in battle by Flauros, who is now heading towards Prespur to reclaim his throne. Many of the Calabim soldiers have joined sides with him, but Lord Ilyth still commands the Firebrand Moroi under Master Sergent Sigillum, and the demonic forces under Profane Katakien. Civil war is expected to emerge, and it is estimated that Flauros' arrival saved the eastern Austrin from a last, fatal defeat on the field of battle.

 

[Dean_the_Young]

Spoiler The actions of a madman, pt. XIII :

Sigillum was disturbed by the whispers that roamed through the camp. With voices that were filled with both awe and disciplined hate, worst of all fear, he heard the news creeping through the camp like a forest fire: "Flauros! Flauros has returned!"

He immidiately rode for the front, finding several other officers already there. The advance had stopped by a small village, protected by a handful of peasants, a single Hippus rider, and - Flauros.

Flauros looked - Sigillum was tormented by this feeling - immaculately frightening. His imprisonment and fast travels had slimmed him down, and his face bore the painful look of one who had lost that which is dearest to him. His black cape fell around him majestetically, and in his right hand, a long and slim enchanted blade could be seen. Flauros was looking straight at Sigillum. With a throbbing heart, Sigillum realized that he could not meet the gaze - a gaze that looked like it would have been able to burn straight through his armour and skin and right to his heart.

Sigillum turned his horse towards Moloch. "Prince Moloch, may I suggest that you..."
He didn't get any further before Moloch had gotten hold of his axe and charged towards Flauros. The Demon Prince struck from above with all his might, and Flauros stepped to the side and redirected the blow slightly. The earth shook upon impact. Swiftly, Flauros swung his blade and cut a flesh wound in the chest of the demon before backing away. A few drops of black demon blood ran from the wound.

Moloch started to laugh as he slowly advanced, but Flauros raised his hand and rays of red light begun to emanate from the wound. Moloch's laughter died out: "What- What are you doing?"
"Reclaiming the soul of my sister," Flauros replied. The lights grew ever stronger before finally fading away. Moloch collapsed on the ground.

Flauros stepped towards the Calabim armies, a red Soul Gem in his left hand. As Moloch's corpse burst into flames, the Calabim soldiers bowed to their Lord Flauros, ruler returned. Sigillum rode away in fury.

Melusine rode by Flauros's side, at the head of the great Calabim army. He was on his third horse and his blade was bloody, but he himself looked none the worse for wear. However, he was quiet, contemplative, and eventually decided to speak his question.

"Do you think that she will accept your reforms?" he asked Flauros, not the least concerned at the presence of a loyal army around him. He nodded to Flauro's red gem to indicate who he referred.

Flauros looked at him, not in annoyance but not with love and affection either. Melusine had been his companion, his guard, and had fought off Sigillum while Flauros had performed his deed, but Melusine was a naturally abrasive and arrogant person. He might have made an excellent vampire, if he had not thought it a demotion of nature instead.

"Does it matter to you, or to the Grigori?" asked Flauros.

Melusine shrugged. "Not to me, at least," he admitted, "but the two of you are famous for your bloody history, and she is even more known than you for her style. You, Flauros, may have reformed in your grief and loss, but she? She has not experienced what you have. If, no, when, you restore her, what will she think? What would you have thought of yourself now just mere months ago?"

"Does it matter to the Grigori?" asked Flauros again, putting stress on the question.

Melusine considered. "Likely not," he said. "I expect they will be content so long as you stop the war against the Austrin, happy so long as you reform your people, and happy if you manage to do it all. It just bears worth wondering: what will she be like once she returns? Will she share, support your promises and intentions? Or will she deride them, seek to bring you back to where you were before, where another Ilyth might rise up against you both?"

"She is my sister," Flauros said, and Melusine wisely dropped the line of inquiry. That did not make the silence any more peaceful, though.

 

[cypher132]

Map updated. A lot. The brown over on the right is a crude representation of mountains, blocking that section off. To the south is more ocean which will be added to as time passes. This is probably how the continent is going to look for a while.

 

[Dean_the_Young]

F-------------------------------------k.

Well, no need for conquest now, really. Just peaceful expansion while boxing in the northern foes.

Except for the Infernals, who I can't even hope to keep off the continent now.

F------------------------------------------k.

(Why not make a sub-continent down there or something, instead of just doubling the current continent out of the blue?)

Edit: The more I think of it, the more I think that that would be a good idea. It feels weird for a time and again of the entire continent to suddenly be visible, but an island-continent to the south, hidden by magical mist and fog, would be more plausible. Why it is released now... well, a number of reasons could be worked. The Lunan wandered in and found land at the Edge of the World. Magical advances opened up the mist. But a new island-continent to colonize would make more sense than 'oh, hey, you never bothered to walk south before, but there's plenty of land there, and everyone and everything just happens to be in the northern half.'

 

[cypher132]

The Lunan wandered in and found land at the Edge of the World. Magical advances opened up the mist.

The Lunan wandered in and found land at the Edge of the World. Magical

The Lunan wandered in and found land at the

The Lunan wandered in

The Lunan

Lunan

I'm already changing the map.

 

[Diamondeye]

Letter to the Leader of the Austrin
From: Lord Flauros, reinstated leader of the Calabim.

Your people have my sincerest apologies as to the actions of my minions under the command of the traitor, the late Lord Ilyth, and the consequences it has had for your people. To bode for this, I suggest that the Austrin and Calabim empires are joined in one large Empire, under my rule, but with the same rights for every citizen, no matter their ethnicity. The Austrin generals that are in charge of your armies will remain so, and the Calabim will make no demands as to your ressources. What we seek is simply coorporation and free access to each others' lands. The Calabim industry would help the reconstruction of the Austrin lands.

This would also mean a free passage for any Austrin who wished to seek the lands of the Sidar to join the side of their High Chief Votakara.

If this offer seems unacceptable, we would be willing to accept an even peace, under the condition that the borders of our two nations are opened towards each other.

In great respect,
Flauros.

Letter to: The Grigori Republic
From: Lord Flauros, recently reinstated leader of the Calabim

Greetings, proud Grigori.

I have resumed the throne of my homelands, part thanks to your aid as personized by Lady Mouar. You all in general and Her in particular have my thanks. To repay you your favours, I have the following propositions to make:
The Calabim are a strong and industrious nation and would be very willing to aid in the construction of the Tower of Alteration and in the quest to end the plague.
The Calabim are interested in developing trade with the Grigori Republic and their vassal, the Malakim. We offer to pay the costs that would be connected with extending the Marble Road to Calabim lands.
The Ashen Veil has been driven from the Calabim lands, and a Church of Succellus has replaced it. In respect of the Grigori and their proud agnosticism, I have decreed that membership of this church is neither mandatory, nor needed to become part of the Noble houses of the Calabim.
With this letter you will find a small amount of gold. It is to be given to Mouar as repayment for horses and enchanted horseshoes. Consider this a personal recommendation as to her skill as a diplomat. If she is not offered a spot in your Ruling Council, I would welcome her as Grigori ambassador in Calabim lands with pleasure.

I also feel obliged to inform you that I have, as a reward for his help, offered the Grigori Adventurer Melusine the rank of Master General of the Calabim Cavalry. You can always reach me through Melusine if needed - I know no faster messenger.

With the greatest of Respects,
Flauros.

 

[Dean_the_Young]

The Calabim have joined the Tower of Alteration

As among his first decrees since resuming power, Flauros of the Calabim has offered to help and take part in the Tower of Alteration being built in Midgard.

This is both a generous and wise offer on his part: though the Calabim civil war promises to be long and bloody, difficult and harsh, sparing the mages may well work to their advantage. The Traitors will have less problem with disease than Flauros: their demonic allies are unaffected, and they will have little qualms about sacrificing the weak and sick to help themselves. The Plague threatens to run rampant through Flauros's Calabim, and the Tower of Alteration remains the best means for a cure.

Construction and spell castings have advanced. The Grigori advise their partners and allies that it will go faster if the Grigori are taught Arcane Lore as well. As it is... [two weeks] before the Tower is finished.



Prime Minister Esirce Approves of Marble Road Extension

A new route from the Malakim to Calabim has been agreed, stretching from the Malakim to Calabim. Negotiations are in effect to allow trade directly through the Jotnar lands as well, cutting time and costs. As it is now, though, a route between the Sidar and Jotnar would cost 50 gold and take [a week].

The Marble Road, easily the greatest land trading route of Mazera, has come a long way since its creation as a war-time link between Malakim and Grigori. The Nortek have settled the Southern Curve, but the Grigori have built a direction connection from their Yokaido liberation to the Malakim. The current route is as below.​

.................Amurites...Khadi
...................../........./
Grigori ------ Malakim
........\......../
,,,,,,,,,Nortek

Negotiations and arrangements are in way to build West as well, to the Bannor, Austrin, and finally to the Elohim ports, but the latest Great Spider has caused concerns and delay. Construction is expected to begin after the Chislev war ends.
​

 

[Imuratep]

The meeting of the Shadow Court, Part 1

Spoiler :

The Shadow Court of Thariss was finally complete. The eight persons that were able to look through the illusion and trickery that was used to deflect the attention of the common Svartalfar. As the Queen of the Winter Court Faeryl presided the court. She did not believe into such pathetic ideals as equality among all partners. That was something for Cassiel, the embodiment of incompetence. Should he lead his land into the arms of revolution by tolerating such ridiculous ideas. If she heard about a single person talking about a Republic she would immediately put his head on a pole.
But enough of these useless thoughts. These fears were not the reason she had called this meeting. She threw a single piercing glance at the round and everyone fell silent immediately. With a calm, but nevertheless threatening voice Faeryl began to explain her plan: "My fellows. Now that my Archenemy Arendel Phaedra has died the Ljosalfar are no real thread anymore. We can begin to extend the reach of the Winter Court beyond Elven territory. Our enemies are innumerable, but only two of them are a real thread: The Grigori and the Hippus. Discuss."
Faeryl did not think that they could contribute something she didn't already know. But she had to give them the illusion of being important to her, once they had realized that their power depended no longer on their noble blood, but on her very own whim.
The first who dared to speak was Volanna. As she spoke her long untamed bangs covered her eyes, but wild as she was she did not really care. Volanna was not a pet dog like most of her servants, more like a blood hound that bites the arm of her master, if you don't give it more enemies to lacerate. As she spoke her voice was like the hiss of a panther frightening unwanted rivals. Her hands grabbed the back of her chair as if she wanted to choke it to death. Her eyes seemed to stare at everyone at the same time signifying her pride and contempt. "So what are we waiting for? My Nixkin are strong enough to kill everyone in our path be it Grigori or Hippus or both as long we can retreat to our shrouded woods. You call it a strategy, but I call it senseless waiting for our enemies to attack."
Faeryl seethed with anger at this irreverance, but she did not show it to the court. That's why I make the decisions and not you, you sweet little . .. .. .. .. . With a sneer on her face Faeryl responded: "May I remind you of your position, my dear friend. You already lost one of your beloved kitties and we don't want to see that happen again, do we?" Volanna cringed at this threat and began to caress her panther nervously.

OOC: Wohoo post 500! Damned Faeryl can't use the b-i-t-c-h word.

 

[Dean_the_Young]

The Grigori are Interested in Learning Arcane Lore

Most pressingly for the purpose of hastening completion of the Tower of Alteration to exploit a proposed idea to defeat the Plague.

If you or anyone you know (sans Osted Hastil or agents, who will be arrested on sight) have knowledge you wish to share, please contact your nearest Grigori embassy or Medicos Citadel...
​

 

[Dean_the_Young]

Cardith Lorda and Eurabatres Attacked

Unknown assassins made attempts on Cardith Lorda and the Golden Dragon, attempting to infect them with the Plague. While the Golden Dragon was unharmed and captured his attacker, the Boy-Emperor of the Kuriotates was injured and has fallen ill, and symptoms suggest that it is the Plague.

The Ordine Medicos has been summoned to directly tend to Cardith. Or rather, they were seized: rumors say that Eurabatres himself came to the Ordine Citadel, clutched the Head Medicos in his claws, and carried him to the Palace. What is better known is that Centaur guardsmen arrived soon after and brought Ordine to the palace, where they are attempting to save the boy's life.



Plague is Being Spread Deliberately

The failed attack on Cardith and Eurabatres, and the spread of the Plague to the Kuriotates, has revealed an important development in Mazera. Someone has managed to weaponize the Plague, able to contain it and spread it elsewhere. Sheaim sorcerers and Veil cultists alike have tried and universally failed to produce Plague Zombies, but some third party has.

No one is quite sure who has or is spreading the Plague, but a number of nations unaffected so far have stepped up their guard. Now that there is a known culprit about, increased attempts are likely.
​

 

[thomas.berubeg]

MESSA LOST?​

The rippling fire and starlight had been an appropriate backdrop for the discussion that had taken place at its base, and, finally a compromise was struck that satisfied all. They would open a gate in the fire, and Messa would enter first, as a mediator, while Jonas would enter to speak to Brigit and Bakabushi to protect Grigori interests. What would happen next would be decided after speaking to Brigit.

The Gate was summarily opened by Bakabushi, who would enter last, while Ericai, Lendgu, and his two wolves would guard the gate. The Spells were cast and the bindings unraveled enough for people to enter. As Messa stepped through the void, an arrow struck bakabushi on the side of the head, knocking her out and collapsing the gate around Messa.

As a small Illian regiment engaged the small party of adventurer’s on their Fortifications, Messa’s fate remains unkown.

 

[Dean_the_Young]

(A bit pretentious, don't you think? Messa isn't a world-level person to warrant his own update...)

 

[thomas.berubeg]

(A bit pretentious, don't you think? Messa isn't a world-level person to warrant his own update...)

bah... Disagreed. not with the statement, but rather with the fact that it's an important part of the Brigit quest, therefor anything that happens that's big works.

 

[Diamondeye]

I need a reply from the Austrin before continuing Flauros' tale. Until then...

Flauros employs new cavalry
With the newly-invented scale mail as barding, the instruction of the adventurer Melusine, as well as a weaker version of the enchanted horseshoes that the Calabim enchanters have managed to reproduce, the Calabim cavalry is considered among the best horsemen in Mazera, not counting the Hippus riders or the Grigori riders with Nightmare steeds.

Letter to: Varn Gosam, Leader of the Empyrean Church
From: Flauros, reinstated leader of the Calabim

Enlightened Gosam,

I know that me and my people are loathed by your people and your God, and I write this letter to ask for forgiveness for me and my people. We - and I - have changed. We have turned from the dark path of Esus and of living off the weak and poor, towards a newfound respect for Life - all Life, as decreed by Succellus.

Therefore, I humbly adress you, as the voice of Lugus The Sun, and ask that the curse that Your Lord has decreed should always be upon us to be removed. It is my wish to be able to look into the Sun without fear. To finally join the forces of Light instead of hiding in Darkness.

If you need more proof than these mere letters, I am more than willing to meet you in person once the plague has been driven back and the Marble Road makes the meeting easily possible.

 

[Dean_the_Young]

I'm already changing the map.

You know, I really don't care if I misspell the Lunan.

I need a reply from the Austrin before continuing Flauros' tale. Until then...

Something, just something, tell me that the Austrin aren't going to want to join the race and nation that just invaded them and razed so much of their territory and settlements. Flauros really hasn't proved anything to anyone yet: even I suspect he's going to fall down again one his sister is returned.

Flauros employs new cavalry
With the newly-invented scale mail as barding, the instruction of the adventurer Melusine, as well as a weaker version of the enchanted horseshoes that the Calabim enchanters have managed to reproduce, the Calabim cavalry is considered among the best horsemen in Mazera, not counting the Hippus riders or the Grigori riders with Nightmare steeds.

Meant to say this earlier. Melusine returned after the completion of his mission, turning down any and all offers for employment. He's an Adventurer, not a mercenary.

Therefore, I humbly adress you, as the voice of Lugus The Sun, and ask that the curse that Your Lord has decreed should always be upon us to be removed. It is my wish to be able to look into the Sun without fear. To finally join the forces of Light instead of hiding in Darkness.

I doubt he's in any place to change Lugus's curse one way or another.

I seem to recall it being said/suggested elsewhere that Lugus's curse would fade when any vampire reformed and repented in mind and soul and ceases use of vampiric abilities. It's an individual cure, but automatic: if Flauros truly is reformed and accepts a finite life span, the curse will already be lifted. If he falls again or uses vampire powers to extend his life, it will return. Varn Gossam is irrelevant to the process.

 

[Imuratep]

The meeting of the Shadow Court Part 2

Spoiler :

Faeryl looked back into the round of her advisors. What a useless waste of time. But perhaps one of them can at least amuse me a bit
"Ilivarra. You are my most gifted general. Which of our enemies is easier to come by? The Grigori or the Hippus?" Ilivarra, a tactician par exellence. She did not care about the intrigues of the court. Her only concern was the art of war and Faeryl often saw her sitting at a gigantic map of Mazera drawing some symbols on it that probably only she did understand. Her calm and slow voice contained almost no speech melody. But it had never been different. Talking was not her business and everyone accepted that. "Hm both are tough enemies. While the Hippus are more dangerous for themselves. Their cavalry is cannot be beaten in open combat as they possess mithril while we don't. Though their army is right now at the borders of Doviello territory it can return very quickly." "The Grigori on the other hand have mighty allies and as long as this alliance stands the risks to attack them would be too high. Their war is virtually won and thus they will have the power to concentrate on us once we declared war on them."
Faeryl smiled. She liked Ilivarra's analyses. If she hadn't know all this already, even the Queen of the Winter Court could have learned something: "Aren't you forgetting something, my dear? The weaknesses. Our favorite part." Ilivarra did not return her smile. "Sure. But I should point to my Queen that I consider both wars a big mistake. We should choose easy targets by attacking the Clan of Chaos. They are as isolated as a nation can be." Faeryl kept her smug smile. Without the gift of our "friend" you would probably be right.. "Patience, my lovely, patience. Just do what I told you to do."
Ilivarra's face darkened. You could virtually see the anger seething in her head. "As my Queen commands. The Hippus are rather isolated. The Luchuirp certainly would not send many of their Golems as their force is bond by the Doviello and the Illians. Furthermore the dwarves hate them more than anyone else and thus could support us if we have a slight chance of winning this war. What brings me to the Grigori. Even if we do have a chance of winning against the Hippus the Grigori could come up with the idea of attacking us if we grow too strong."
Faeryl clapped her hands. "Well done, my lovely. But I tend to think we have more trumps than you can see. Alazkan, report her on our new weapon and how we achieved it." And as Alazkan spoke you could see the jaws dropping and the eyes dilating with the incredible story he was about to tell...

 

[Dean_the_Young]

Corporal Builder stepped into the boat to cross the murky river. Beside him, dozens of men were doing the same in other boats, taking off and fording the great Meliah River. It was perhaps the last great natural obstacle between the Grigori armies and the Chislev heartland, and most expected a fierce fight in the forests on the other side: the river was simply too wide for catapults to burn the other side, and the fires of mage fireballs were quickly and consistently put out. It appeared that, somehow, the Chislev had gained influence over water magics of a sort.

So there was little else to do but ford the river, establish a hold, and begin the traditional burn/clear tactics all over again. The Chislev were sure to resist, and Builder found himself wishing there were Serpentine on this part of the front: many had already left to liberate the Infernal isles, but Plague had struck many of those who had remained. Everyone suspected that it was Plague from the same source that had supplied the attack against the Kuriotates: it was far too specific in hitting the Serpentine encampments. Now the Serpentine were in their sick tents, struggling with a foe that would halve their number even with Medicos attention.

And so it was left to the Grigori swordsmen, the traditional militias really, to make the landing. Already half the army had landed on the other side, and were said to be engaged in heavy skirmishing with Chislev defenders. But they were holding, and it looked as if Corporal Builder and his reinforcements would come to strike the balance.

As their boat forded the Meliah river, Builder saw the other men in his craft looked as nervous as he did. But one of them, a Private Macon, looked to the river with worry, not the battlefield on the other side.

"What's wrong, Macon?" Builder asked. "You seasick?"

Macon shook his head. "It's the water," he replied. "The Meliah River is famous for being clear and pure, and it was never anything like before the war."

Builder shrugged. "Maybe there were heavy rains that brought down mud and sediment into the river," he said. "Or maybe some pollution upstream. Nothing to worry about, I'm sure: we just need to be ready for the other side."

Macon never responded because there was a commotion on the other side of the boat, as all the swordsmen looked port. Builder pushed and shoved his way over.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"Boat to the left of us just capsized!" a man answered. "We need to pick them up!"

Already a few other carriers had shifted direction to help their friends: even loaded as they were, they could pick up a few more of the screaming men.

But the screams...

A flash of red among the first victims was the first sign of blood. An impact below their boat was a second. Their own boat flipping over was the final.

Builder had just enough time to catch a breath of air before the water met him and he and a dozen others were thrashing in the water. Their armor and weapons bringing them down, they did as they were taught and ditched the iron weapons and armor. Someone grabbing at him helped him tear off his armor, and kept a hold of him as Builder brought both to the surface.

"It's alright!" he yelled as he and his passenger broke the surface. "We just got to stay calm and-"

That was when his passenger's moan grabbed his attention. Turning, he did not see an expected comrade, but a hideously disfigured Chislev face. Plague scars told of an encounter with the disease, but the pale tone of the face suggested it had long since lost that battle. It made to bite him, and he found himself struggling to wrestle with the water-zombie. He was lucky indeed that his knife was in close reach: a frantic pull and a lucky jab ended the zombie's un-life in a matter of seconds.

"Drown!" he opened his mouth to yell, before more hands gripped his shoulders and proceeded to do just that. Pulled from behind, he couldn't make his way back to the surface and water rushed into his open mouth. Soon his resistance was departed along with his soul, and the Drown made of plague victims let go of the corpse in order to bring down more of the trashing figures at the surface.

Builder would go to Death's domain, never to awaken until that final time of all Grigori. He would never hear of the Chislev route of the Grigori landing force on the Meliah river. Of how Chislev berserkers, mad with drugs and rage and the Overlord's madness, charged and broke through the Grigori defenses and smashed the bridgehead. Of how the Drown capsized most every boat of the Grigori force, and how only a lucky few survived the Drowning.

It was probably for the best he didn't hear of the Chislev's Overlord-fueled counteroffensive, of how similar happenings were affecting the Bannor as well. Hearing of the seemingly unstoppable wave would likely have depressed him.

 

[cypher132]

THIRD GREAT SPIDER FOUND

The third Great Spider of the Archos, known as Marden, has been sighted off the Deadlands coast. It has done nothing, but pick off sea serpents curious as to what it is, but it and its spiders appear to have developed the ability to travel across water. Marden has made the Elohim, Bannor, and Amurite encampments on the Deadlands very uncomfortable, however, Marden seems content with what it's doing.​