The Mictlans remembered the tradions and customs of their ancestors, the Aztecs and Mayas.
Inspired by Tales of great ancient Indian Warriors they want to lead their nation now after their shining example.
An old Tale about paradisiac living space in the west was recalled and some newly formed Mictlan warbands moved westwards to find this living space.
What they found was a big shock:
The once paradisiac grounds are ravaged by evil lizard beings who honor a strange Cult named Miasma.
This defilement of holy Mictlan ground could not be tolerated. All Mictlans praised the great Ratte when he proclaimed a crusade to annilihate the foul lizard beings.
Now our warriorhordes are on the march and the advance guard has already conquered the suburbs of the ctis capitol.
Only their big citadel still stands.
But it will be only a matter of time until this last stronghold of ctis will fall. It won't become our Minas Tirith. Evil always loses ahem wins
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