No Trolls were harmed during this war. Instead, the Troll King held 2 feasts made from the corpses of Hrotarian infantry that dared to attack his entourage.

But it was awesome lucky

It was a minor war, as far was wars go.  It lasted only five years.  Shucassim went out to capture a poor damsel, for Zanwee is not called the decadant for nothing.  This must have angered the gods.  They sent an Abomination to punish him.  Muetar, rightfully fearing the god’s wraith, stirred up against Shucassim.  Rhombune, as it always does, looked after itself.

  A few navel battles, nothing much to talk about, and a few land skirmishes here and there.  They served no purpose, accept to wake a great sleeper.  Twice now Shucassim has woken Those Who Lurk.   Surely the gods are miffed.

Muetar rallied the Sea Dogs to their banner.  And with this the gods smiled.   They smiled, yes, and they spat too.   Spat pestilence over the scurvy sailors or Mivior.  How dare they ally themselves with the Caller of the Things That Should Not Be Called, Not Even Once, But, Never Twice, Even Though He Did Call Them Twice? 

Muetar attacked Rhombune.  And all rejoiced at Sir Mortinor took over Muetar’s armies.  Everyone but the gods who quickly gave him, and everyone else, Extreme Bowel Pox.   The gods are funny like that.

As more people died from pox than steel,   the people pleaded to the gods for mercy.  And it came.  The war endeth.


Gary 29
Jimmy 22
John 18