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by Pandorym on Sun Jun 29, 2008 6:56 pm
Flames erupted everywhere as dragons mightier than anything the Ti'Alacan Izcoatl had yet seen slammed into the city of victory, blowing apart the earthen barrier and palisade surrounding the area and collapsing the half-built chieftain's hut. The new offensive had come sooner than the High Chieftain would have thought possible. The scouts reported that a sea dragon was responsible, one of the red-banner people, and that it had fled before they could pursue it with canoes. Nearly forty workers had been killed and the plans heavily set back. Unlike the white banners, the red banners were taking no chances whatsoever.
It took several more hours to learn of the most damaging blow of all: though the northern tribes had long since been evacuated to the southern isle ((read my first post)) the temple of the Chintama had been blown apart by sky dragons. The last untapped supply of warriors was now gone, leaving the tribes with the difficult position of remaining to defend half of their ancestral lands with less than half the forces they needed to do it. They would have to exercise even greater cunning than before if they were to prove to the dragon people that they were indestructible, for the red banners had been infuriated rather than impressed at the deaths of the white banners.
On the other hand, progress had been made. The roof of the Warrens was, for the most part, repaired, freeing up workers to continue to build the city of victory. It would have to be expanded, with a second layer of earth and another palisade wall added, to thwart further sea-dragon attacks. Meanwhile some of the younger tribesmen had begun making breakthroughs with communication, holding short conversations with the captured enemy warriors. Their accent was no doubt grating upon the ears, but this was irrelevant in the face of such tremendous success. The alien material had been expended, mostly for axes to fell more trees for the city of victory, and the city was being rebuilt almost as rapidly as it had been destroyed.
It was at that moment that another sea dragon appeared, allowing a single man to step off of it. Oddly, it bore the symbol of the white-banner dragon men. Perhaps this was fortunate, for with the language breakthroughs that had been made it was likely that communication with them would be easiest. The ambassador and the young translator, clad only in loincloths and elaborate headdresses, stepped out to meet the man. Just behind them the two guards with long dragonsticks ((MP-40s, just to be clear)) watched to ensure that no one made a hostile move. The translator spoke.
"Honorable Huitzilin say why you come? You invade we and spit fire at we, but this we's land. Red banners kill many we, boom great temple and hit victory place, and now you show you face here?"
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