[Revolution]

Opochtli stood up and wiped the blood from his hands...his ancestors would have flayed the skin from the bones of their vanquished enemies...decoration for the walls of the numerous temples. But those times were past and even if they hadn't been, these pitiful wandering barbarians hardly warranted better treatment than what the vultures would give them in a few hours. Finally after many battles the wandering tribes of the east had been united under the banner of Mictlan. Sad warriors, disorganized and leaderless had been put to the sword or pressed into the glorious servitude of the one true god. Far far from home Opochtli had seen wondrous things...the undead walked the earth wearing advanced armor and employing combined arms tactics, intelligent lizards the size of a full grown man emerged from foul swamps under a vapor of death. Despite their fearsome appearance, both these nations were diplomatic. With borders established Opochtli wished he could set about earning the love and servitude of Mictlan's newly conquered people. They would be properly prepared for the arrival of the one true god.

Unfortunately Opochtli would not be able to stay and preach to the slave masses. It had become obvious that the empire of Man would attack the soft southern underbelly of the empire. The priests had foreseen that it was only a matter of time. What was surprising though was that when the attack finally came, the banners of Man were not the only ones to strike. The forces of Avalon had allied themselves with the flesh eating spiders of Machaka; together they stuck all along the southern provinces. Thankfully the small defensive force that existed along that frontier folded with little resistance...With any luck the invaders would not be fully wiped out by the time his army arrived in the south...His time would not be wasted. Opochtli hungered for battle against a respectable opponent. He would prove himself in battle and become the chosen one in the eyes of Agronox.

The thought of preaching with the giant skull of a hunter spider resting upon him as a crown brought a smile to Opochtli's mouth. Perhaps he would craft a spider skin suit and ride around on a unicorn while smiting his enemies.