Invisible Swarm III: over

[Jurri]

A special report of 30 seconds, the investigative programme of the fish people:
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The horror! Never has this humble fish laid ocular appendages on such a view as was Pranda after the carnage: hundreds of half-jaguar, half-man abominations littering the ground for miles around the Dark Citadel, in unnatural poses and with faces contoured in pain and terror. Forest critters had come upon them to feast on the gruesome remains of the once mighty army of the Crimson Empire; there a rabbit, nibbling on a calf, here a family of mice eagerly devouring the ruptured spleen of a high priest. The more sentient ones, centaurs and the like, were hanging choice carcasses from the branches of the nearby trees (that were in full bloom despite the winter), undoubtedly draining them in order to later preserve them as rations for their long trek through the barren Desert of C'tis and around the Sea of Silence.

Upon witnessing such a sight this modest fish could but wonder what is it that drives the once-peaceful forest folk to such behaviour. Everywhere their dominion touches men die in the hands of once docile forest beings, and blood has replaced wine as the beverage of choice in the fêtes of Pangaea. Is it possible that all this is but a powerplay by Ratte's rivals in the underworld? That another Lord of Hell has ascended to our plane of existence and is in fact aiming to overthrow Ratte as the epitome of evil by guiding innocent satyrs and centaurs to gruesome acts of violence. How does the cowardly Aku, supposedly peer to these powerful beings (yeah, I know it's hard to believe considering the weak posture and the spineless fluttering about), enter the equation? (This small fish would express as his view that in no way, and that in fact Aku isn't even a true Moloch but a bastard begotten with a salamander by some lowly devil.)

...ooh, look, a quarter!
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(Yes, our reporter is a gold-fish, so sue us...)

[PashaDawg]

Excellent. Thank you. Arco National News can't seem to afford to send reporters to that region of the world.

I will have those reports swiftly forwarded to the Arco Council of Philosophers for their review. His Luminescence would be interested to read them, too, but he is busy laying siege to an Ulm Castle.

[Boron]

Mictlan is still fighting. Though faith is small and fading our brave people still fight the evil pangenean agressors with great valor. May the Rohirrim arrive in time to save us

[jeffr]

Hordes from Hell everywhere! Pangean provinces fall to the agressor like dominoes. Mictlan has aligned with the Devil, not the Rohimrin

[jeffr]

And those few provinces I managed to raid and hold for a bit are all crap. No gems and no income. Dis C'tis have miasma or something? No wonder Mictlan doesn't bother to take them back.

[Boron]

jeffr said:
And those few provinces I managed to raid and hold for a bit are all crap. No gems and no income. Dis C'tis have miasma or something? No wonder Mictlan doesn't bother to take them back.

Yeah ctis was unfortunately miasma. That hurt me badly. I lost around 50 jaguars or so just from the miasma dominion. Iirc these losses were higher than my losses i suffered in all fights with ctis .
And Mictlan is not interested in gems but in blood .

[CUnknown]

The Great Sorceress of Ulm has been wandering the countryside lately in search of sites of magic power. After a long hike, she becomes a little hungry and stops by a peasant's hut to ask for some food. She says, "I am your Goddess, you may rub my feet and bring me whatever food you happen to have in your home, today is your lucky day!"

The peasant farmer looks at her with a snarl, "I ent gonna give ya my food, now go on, git outta here! Goddess? Humph! I know better'n ta believe in that ****e. Ya got any proof about that, or do ya just want me ta take it on -faith-?"

The Great Sorceress, shocked as she was, stood there for a few minutes before regaining her senses. After incinerating the peasant and returning home, she issues this decree:

"Hear me, nation of Ulm! Do not listen to the Skeptics among you! Those who doubt my divinity will be hanged in the street. Remember always that I am your Goddess! All provincial leaders, it is now your top priority to hunt down and stop all foriegn Skeptics."

Turning to a nearby top official, "Make the arrangements for an immediate peace with the Philosopher's Council. The learning seeping across the border from Arcosephale is more dangerous than a hoard of centaurs...Make sure the border is secure."