[center][color=gold][h2][b]Tacenie Vainglorious[/b][/h2][/color][/center]

Even when the storm battered the ruins of Tacenie, its warriors risked the wrath of the skies themselves to dominate. It was their birthright, Tacenie was to enjoy the finer things in life and the world was to provide! The storm might have made the world forget this fact, but it would be made to remember.

The world might hope that with their numbers of fewer than 60.000, there would be a limit to the wants of the elves, but every victory only served to heighten their ambitions. More thralls were needed to make bigger palaces, to make more luxury goods and afford to throw more extravagant parties and celebrations about one's self and deeds. 'Every elf a tyrant!' they said.

All an elf needed to have a good life in this new age was the ambition to take from the world what it wished for.

[center][color=green][h2][b]Tacenie at the edge of the Verdant Loom[/b][/h2][/color][/center]

"All the thralls are dead Varion, this is an abysmal failure!" One of the elves told the Tyrant. Varion clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to scream back at him 'don't you think I know that?!'. They stood atop what was a small hill of dead Huskborns after the tide of their numbers had finally subsided. It had started to go wrong the moment they had stepped in the forest and had become impossible to manage the moment they had found what one could call a 'settlement' of these mushroom people. The only saving grace the invaders had was that it had been a particularly hot and dry day, so when they decided to set everything on fire it caught on rapidly and dissuaded more enemy reinforcements to show up.

And so they had 'won'. But what had been the point? All the humans they had brought with them were dead, these things had no loot to speak of and Varion doubted they even understood the concept of being taken away from their wood to serve others. At this point however, he had to save face. "You." He said, pointing at one of the... mushroom man that stood in the middle a circle of armed Tacenians. Smaller than the 'warriors' they had faced, bigger than the child sized ones that formed the majority of the captives and they made noises, almost like... singing. They were smart enough to understand that trying to flee led them to be cut down, so, maybe...

Varion walked towards it, taking it by the 'throat' before looking down in disgust at his own hand at the feeling of touching this creature. "YOU! Do you understand me? Tell the others that I want tribute! Give to me, or I will return and I will burn down your disgusting forest!" He dragged it outside the circle and threw him away on the ground before returning to his Brotherhood. Before re entering the armed circle, he stared down every Tacenian survivors. The silent ultimatum was clear: Did anyone want to challenge him for the role of Tyrant here and now? One by one however they looked away. Not here, not now. Good. Maybe he'd keep his rank for a week more, but Varion needed to show some profit or he knew challengers would line up to face him.

With this, the small band left the forest with about two dozen Mycends of all shapes and sizes in tow, maybe they could teach them to farm or something.

[b]tl;dr: A minor Tyrant tries his luck in the mushroom forest, it goes poorly. Gets some captives out of it but that was not good use of resources.[/b]

[center][color=pink][h2][b]Raid on Ordun[/b][/h2][/color][/center]

Ella watched with satisfaction the captive walk out from their burning town in their hundreds, walking in a long line with their heads bowed toward Tacenie. Her Kurgan thralls had performed amazingly, which had defied most of her companion's expectations. Kurgans were a battered people, beaten and enslaved by Ordun until they fled east only to meet the Tacenians and a fate that wasn't that much better. But the desire for vengeance was a powerful thing and when Ella called upon them to raise a warband to raid their previous oppressor, they did so with zeal. The Kurgans were like any other humans really, you could give them proper training and weapons, proper motivation however was more unique and made them special somewhat.

"You."

She said, pointing a gracious finger toward a giant of a Kurgan, his scruffy dark hair being the same color as her silky own. She signaled the man to come forward in front of her. "I hear that where others hesitated, you stormed the dragon temple and led the slaughter of the guards and the priests? Impressive." The human simply nodded, having understood that elves didn't like the sound of their rough voices. There were other things they liked however... Ella reached up to the man's face to move it around, look into his eyes, slide her thumb under his lips to examine his teeth like she would livestock. Finally, she smiled, liking what she was seeing.

"Good. Take your pic of the loot and two of the women you want, but do not breed them yet, I want you in my tent tonight." The human's eyes widened as he looked on his fellow thralls as grunts of approval, laughter and cheers erupted. Tonight he would lay with a demigod! "One last thing. You may be my Chosen, if you wish to seize the opportunity." This brought silence among the thralls as eyes turned from the new champion... to the old one. The older Kurgan chief screamed as he tried to pull out his sword, but the younger warrior that had just earned Ella's favor didn't bother and rushed his elder to begin a grapple, throwing him on the ground to he choked the life out of him as everyone around him cheered for a new Chosen.

Ella walked away from the scuffle with satisfaction, not caring the least about the looks of disgust that her Brotherhood gave her, judging her for lowering herself to 'beastiality' and sex with humans. They didn't speak up however, despite her 'quirks' Ella was a generous Tyrant who brought wealth and thralls to those under her. One of her lieutenants approached her.

"It went well, this time. It's been a while since I've seen humans fight like that. We had the drop on them this time, but if they knew we were coming..." Ella merely shrugged. "But they didn't! Come on, whoooo cares about their big bad armored temple guards? If I were you I'd be more annoyed about their fucking walls. I don't have time for walls! Especially not walls in a damn desert where we can't forage for supplies. Nuh uh. Nope. We're going home, I am not dealing with this." The lieutenant raised his eyebrows in surprise. A big victory like that and then just leave? She... did make good points about the logistics of taking walled cities in the desert however.

"...My Tyrant, what if Ordun retaliates?" To this, Ella had a cunning, predatory smile. "Then we won't have to walk through the desert to find new thralls, how kind of them it would be~"

[b]tl;dr: A warband raided an Ordun town, enslaving its population. The warband however finds the idea of trying to siege another city to be daunting and decides to leave with their plunder.[/b]