[Baalz]

Ah, the glory of carnage. The Marverni barechests swarmed like ants whose nest had been crushed, stingers raising annoying welts. Wave after wave they came, outnumbering the Lanka warparty manyfold - barechests and slingers and archers and maiden archers and more barechests. This is good, for we bring large appetites with us. Stacking the bodies like cordwood, they pile higher than a Bandar's head! Tonight we feast, tomorrow we cast our eyes on the large larder ahead which the druids have thoughtfully stocked for us, and wonder if these ants will sally forth to sting us or huddle in their stone shell waiting for us to crack it and suck out the juicy bits. Our scouts report better armored and organized forces ahead, who can know how they will react? Perhaps they shall entertain us before the feast, this is always best.