[Baalz]

First blood.

In all directions do the Vanir spread, yet farthest ranging is the lord Baalz himself. Riding the winds he blazes a trail of blood across the countryside as barbarians and lizards alike are brought under his banner. For the first time though he has encountered something different, a much more organized barbarian. Great gray beasts driven before disciplined formations appear to be carving out their own nation and to have merely stumbled upon the great lord. They made the fatal mistake though of challenging Baalz as equals, but as he pushed a dead elephant from his spear with a mighty boot he considered the fleeing men and paused to consider the fate of his newly discovered neighbors. They would require a different policy to deal with than the unorganized tribes he has thus far been bringing to heel. Were these a worthy opponent, a worthwhile ally, or more contemptible weaklings?