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The geckan had always been adept at learning new languages. The elves had taken the time to learn their tongue back when this land was theirs. They listened. The humans didn't seem to lack the ability, they just had a stubborn resistance to learning from others. Theirs was a species that wanted to shout, to tell the world what it should be rather than learn what it was.
She waved for her guards to let the visitors in. Three of the enormous reptilians slithered into the wide cave that formed their tribe's council chamber. The torchlight caught the striped pattern of their scaly skin. The geckan had a word for their kind. A few high clicks and a throaty hiss. The humans call them ‘naga’ in their gutteral tongue. She didn't remember meeting naga this large before. They towered over her guards.
She stood as tall as she could. It was believed they had met this species long ago. There were tales that matched what she saw before her. It would explain some of the similarities in language structure if their ancestors had met a more primitive culture on their island home.
The naga slithered into the centre of the room as if they owned it. They might very well have thought that too. Five years ago they had move through the cave systems inhabited by the geckans, killing their soldiers and raiding their supplies. They had subjugated almost every tribe and then left. From what they could understand the message had been simple: we own you now.
The largest of the warriors before her tasted the air and then hissed loudly. The chief struggled to follow what might have been communicated, but when it turned over its shoulder she realised it wasn't for her.
The group parted and an even larger example of their species entered the chamber. This one didn't have a spear or armour. It was covered in brightly covered regalia, a headrests of bones. The chief looked down at the brightly coloured tabard across her own shoulders. This one was important. They had never met one that looked like this before.
The newcomer met her gaze. Narrowed eyes seemed to steal her focus until the rest of the room started to fade into darkness. She felt a sudden shift as if the room had turned on its side.
Your people are needed. They will come now.
The words flowed through her mind as a trail of concepts. It stopped abruptly with something she couldn't turn into words. Not a threat, but a vision of what would happen if the order was not followed.
“Gather our forces!” she called out to her people.
“You ‘ear that?”
“Think it was a bat.”
The clicking sound came again. Closer this time. The two guards kept walking. If any noise concerned them it was the whistles sometimes used by gangs. Sometimes that came before a pack of cutthroat emerged from the back alleys. They were inside the outer wall here. It was a fairly safe patrol route.
“Didn't sound like a bat.”
There was a hiss and Feggle suddenly stopped. “Something bit me!” he complained about half a second before his eyes went wide and he dropped to his knees.
Geshem turned and looked to the shadows. He caught sight of movement. He couldn't see an arrow or knife lodged in Feggle but knew something must have struck him.
“You!” he called out, as if that accusation was going to have some kind of effect. The shape seemed to peel itself from the very wall. There was a ripple across a humanoid form. What had been the colour of stone was now a dull red. “Bloody Geckan?”
He lowered his spear and watched for some kind of missile weapon. The creature drew a dart from its belt and rubbed it across a poison gland on the side of its neck. It didn't attack. It opened its mouth and made a series of clicks and hisses. He realized it was talking about the moment other shapes started to peel themselves from the walls around him.
OOC:
Hello everyone and welcome to our first event! Below are some thing you should know before getting started!
-This event is open to anyone that would like to join
-This thread takes place in Allira
-It is currently night time
-The enemy is currently invisible, the Geckan's as they are called are essentially Chameleons like Kobolds that have spread through the city
-A rolling Fog is currently encroaching upon Allira itself
-Play to your character. Help defend the city, take advantage of the chaos, do whatever your character would do!
-More events will unfold throughout the thread, making what is happening clearer.
-Above all, enjoy yourselves!