Snippet #1917459

It seemed a new force had been unleashed upon the world, one more terrifying than any before. Slaan's hatred of the humans had manifested itself in a new race created in his own image, designed not just to excede humans but to remove them from the world completely. Not by killing them though it seemed... but by transforming them into twisted lizard creatures. Basic beasts with nothing close to humanity left in them.

His new monsters spread like wild fire, infecting and hunting the humans with deadly precision. With no warning from their god or guidance, the people began to panic but it did little to stop the fate that had brought upon them.

Within a few short days, the one thousand Zakar had infected the many thousands of humans who inhabited the jungle. Turning them all to the thralls of the Zakar, the beast Talun were a servant race at best. Beasts on two legs with only the faintest impression of intelligence beyond that of cunning. With a smaller percentage of them turned into the lumbering beasts that were the brutes.

The new society while forcefully created was finished within a short space of time, perfectly formed to act as one single community. With the Priests and the Zakar as the master race, and the lesser thralls of Thin Bloods to serve as the obediant, dominated populace who were beastial and violent. With heavy brutes to lift, carry, drag and build anything that was needed, their superior size and power much more fitting for manual labour and raw damage.

Then they were unleashed, set upon the world and instructed to go forth and kill, breed, build and expand the glorious borders of Slaan. The other gods would sense this approach though, such a dark use of divine power would ripple across the land and be picked up by all. After all, the world was perminately changed by the creation of such creatures and the infecting bite they carried. If Slaan was not stopped then humans would cease to be and reptiles would rule over the new divine age.

The Slaan folk ripped across the land in a violent tide of scales, eating and infecting all that came before them, working on shrines and aztech looking constructs as they expanded. To the South and to the west they moved. Their numbers swelling as they practiced their hand to hand combat, ignoring the need for weapons when they had mighty claws and powerful bodies.

The Green tide had come and it would wipe the Red Bloods from the land. Brutally so. Unless any could dare to challenge their advance.

(Slaan reduced to level 1)