Utterly Mad

do you remember the spike that impaled a guy? Well there are several more sets on the ladders that dig into wooden walls to help keep them from being dislodged, which is a detail I should have mentioned. And it would have been ineffectual if the towns walls had been made of stone, but they weren't.

the men of the north are a strong and hardy folk, they need to be. a lot of odium migrated north to escape Solaires followers, and as such it is a veritable breeding ground. but the men of the north hasve so far stubbornly resisted any attempts at making them leave.

-Unon, On the peoples of Tenkil.

Drosme felt the hot metal of his armor press against his scales as he walked through the desert. His sabre's scabbard tapped against his thigh plate and the long strips of cloth that hung from his Shermagh((The piece of cloth some people wear wrapped around their heads...I think that's what it's called but please correct me if I'm wrong.)) swayed in the howling wind behind him. Idly he reached down and tugged at his loose fitting blood red pants, mildly annoyed with the baggy pair of pants, and thankful of the belts that kept the legs tight around his ankles.
He blinked as he saw several shapes moving towards him in the distance through the ever shifting sand. With a hiss he rested a hand on his sabre and raised his other hand in greeting "Hail! Fort Blood!" He said, following his peoples tradition and identifying himself by the name of the place he considered home.
Which is when he discerned the slate grey color of the other men's clothes. He tensed, his grip tightening on his sabre and he took a readied stance. He did not expect one of them to call out "Hail! Fort Steel! Be at peace brother!"
Drosme kept his readied stance, though he felt his grip loosen. He let the men approach close enough that he could clearly see them, then one of them spoke "Brother of Fort Blood, we seek assistance from your fellows. The men of Solaire seek to siege our home and we need help. It irks us to ask this of our former foes, but would your people aid us against the men of Solaire?"
Drosme eased himself into a normal stance, looking at the four lizards in front of him. Flicking his tongue out he smelled an odd stench of something burning in the distance. "Follow. This is not a matter for me to decide."
---two days later---
Drosme walked through the gates of Fort Blood with the four others walking a few steps behind him. With a motion of his hand the guards stepped back and let them through. It was not but a handful of minutes before the five of them walked through the doors to the Meeting Hall of the fortress. "Brothers of Fort Blood, I call the Elders to meeting! Our brothers from Fort Steel require aid in a matter that must go before them!"
The Elders slowly shifted into the room, flicking their tongues out and eyeing Drosme and his guests with mild annoyance. Once they were all gathered in the Hall the lizard at the head of the table spoke "What is the matter that requires our attention?"
Drosme motioned one of the Fort Steel lizards forward, whom stepped forward and spoke "The men of Solaire seek to besiege our home, and without aid we will have no choice but to retreat and leave our home to those bastards. Thus we ask for your help in this time of need."
The Elder looked to Drosme, who said "I believe them. They have no reason to make such a farce, and even then why would they? We are no longer at war."
The elders whispered to each other for a few minutes before the head said "Very well, we will dispatch an army to aid you in this plight. We will inform the army of this."
Drosme and his guests bowed before leaving the building. Once outside one of the Fort Steel lizards turned to Drosme and said "Thank you, you may have just saved our home."
Drosme merely nodded and said "Shall I take you to the Inn for the night? It serves good food and drink."
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The Lizardfolk
Living all over the world, though primarily in the deserts of the south. They live in large forts that house entire towns of them. Traditions vary from fort to fort, but there are some consistent traditions, such as identifying themselves by the name of their home Fort.
The Lizardfolk received the name from the humans, who showed a severe lack of creativity.


((Barebones, but I'll expand it later.))

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EDIT: And htis sounds really bad so yeah nope!

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well darn

Well, depending on things, this may be one of my last pieces so enjoy.
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Drosme marched with the army that was five thousand strong, heading for Fort Steel. They were going to reinforce the garrison of the Fort against the Men of Solaire, and hopefully drive them back to human land. It was not out of prejudice, but because these men were hostile. The Lizardfolk welcomed all that were peaceful to their lands.
Drosme was almost asleep as he walked, lulled by the rhythmic sound of the five thousand feet pounding against the ground in near perfect unison. Since the day he had turned thirteen (in human years) he had served as a scout and soldier for his Fort, proudly fighting all who would try and conquer his home. He proudly bore the banner of Fort Blood.
It would be nearly a day before the army reached Fort Steel, and they would not stop until they had arrived there. Then the waiting began.

Quick thing, ill just share a bit of the name and setup of the story i am working on. copied directly from my early notes

NAME: Cold Ash
Premise: An old order of monster slayers from pre odium days is down to one person, who travels looking for the lost child of another member (Some magic shite is hereditary)