![]() ![]() He ran forward into the fray along with all the other raiders he was working beside now. Xalmann heard the signal and joined the fight, rushing forward with his axe and dagger at the ready. He would have preferred it to have been a raid. ![]() It was a surprise that a raid from another tribe hadn't been what ended his tribe, but Dagon. Xalmann was used to war between the different tribes throughout the swamps. Xalmann lived for battle, one of the few things he was good at. One of the few people Xalmann could speak to comfortably, in his native tongue. Xalmann saw a lot of similarities between himself and Jagger. He refused to serve under another, refusing to join the Mud Worms just as he had refused to serve even under Granth, but he would aid them in this fight. The Bloody Axes wouldn't die as long as he lived. A tradition that now rested solely on him with the death of his tribe. He didn't care for the advancement promised by the people of King's Valley. He was born a raider, everyone in his village was. Xalmann stood hidden behind a tree, waiting for the signal. It was obvious, they were not here to negotiate. Lizard folk, Goblins, Gnolls, Kobolds, and other native creature types were now rushing across the swampland, armed to the teeth with all kinds of weapons and gear. Within seconds a variety of beast like individuals descended on the village. One final whistle echoed out, giving the signal to make their move. His men were ready, the village was primed and the guards were busy with unloading their shipment. This was not a random spur of the moment attack though, for the leader of the Mud Worms, a large lizard folk known as Jagger, was leading this charge. What they did not realize was that 20 members of the Mud Worms were patiently waiting out in the bog, having been spying on the village for several hours. A few of the guards took notice, some freeing their weapons in preparation for a disturbance. However after a few minutes another cry was heard, this time from a different direction. At first no one paid any mind to it, its was not rare to hear strange sounds coming from the swamps. As the soldiers quickly worked to unload the supplies, a strange cry could be heard from out in the marsh. Unfortunately for the envoy from Thunderhoof, today was a day chosen for such a raid, and this small little village was about to become the scene of a violent battle. Raids and attacks had become a common scene in the swamp, with many members of the rebel group using ambush style tactics to delay and even destroy attempts at advancement. Progress brought its own problems, and there were many who grew up here who saw the progression of civilization as a bad thing. A group known as the Mud Worms had dedicated itself to fighting back and resisting the rest of the worlds desire to control the region. There were some however who saw this as a sleight against the people of the region. Most of them were open to the expansion, with many of those who called this swamp home even lending a hand and helping the envoy from King's Valley. This was a common activity now, with many of the locals aware of what was going on. A handful of locals watched from their huts and homes as armored guards with hired mercenaries began to unload crates and barrels. A cool afternoon breeze blew through the swamp as the large wooden wagon, pulled by two horses, made its way into the village. ![]()
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