Grokal greatest hunter of his now defeated clan was making his way across the other grass clans territories and towards his clans former territory which now had a giant wall of smog covering it in its entirety. The other clans where already calling it the kingdom of smog even though it hadn't even been that long since it was the third clan's territory and the clans were already meeting to talk about destroying the undead threat so it seemed premature to rename his clans former territory when they were already going to retake it soon enough.
Though Grokal had to put such thoughts from his mind as he got close to the wall of smog that hid what was going on behind it. As someone that had led a previous scouting team through a smaller wall of smog and being familiar with the landscape as the clans best hunter he had been sent to find out what the undead where doing with their new gains.
Though this time he came alone as to limit the risk of being caught. So with some trepidation Grokal walked through the smog wall into his home to find it have been turned into something else entirely. He looked around in shock and horror as every blade of grass sloths still stood was now as black as the smog that covered everything. Not only that but there was now three massive building that hadn't been there before one of which was where his village had once stood.
Though if he was being honest with himself Grokal was focusing on the buildings to ignore the massive catapult that was roaming around whatever his former village had been turned into now only was the tiling massive a bit taller than the skull at the center of this supposed kingdom of smog but it radiated a sense of wrongness. The stange massive contraption gave of a feeling of complete an utter madness as it seemed to be switching between two extremes the aura it was giving off constantly giving switching between two states constantly giving the feeling of utter madness.
Though he could tell even without whatever dark magic powered such a twisted construct it was so massive and seemed to be put together well enough that it would not go down easily. So not even five feet into this new undead realm and already he had horrors to tell his people if he could just tell he was going to love every moment of this scouting mission.
So Grokal stayed close to the grass trying to hide among the plant life which was a bit hard to do as a grass pixie. This was due to the fact that all grass pixies were effectively just varying shades of green which allowed them to blend in with regular grass lands. This would not so went it came to this new black grass that made up the entirety of the grass found with in this new kingdom of smog.
But Grokal was the greatest hunter of his clan for a reason and was able to move through the grass that he stuck out of despite standing out as he did. This was by no means easy as the lands were filled with the undead twisted creations made of grass. These spiders and centipede made out of grass twisted with dark necrotic intention were constantly moving across the land.
In fact it seemed just to make his job even more difficult the twisted grass elementals would sometimes just be born near him. Which was surprising to say the least as ti suddenly find a grass centipede of necrotic rage being formed from from the smog around him then suddenly charging with a roar in a random direction was one way to test his reflexes.
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Though eventually after several close calls he finally within viewing distance of his former village and saw what had become of his home. It had become a dark place made into a single large building that put out a constant stream of siege engines out one large entrance like it was some strange brood mother.
After seeing what had become of his home he needed to see what the two buildings were of in the distance because if his home was now creating massive amounts of siege engines on demand he needed to know what the other two buildings were doing.
So he slowly made his way to the center of the kingdom to a small place dead center of the kingdom were the ground was slightly higher than the rest around it. He had a few close calls but Grokal made it once there he used the GRASS SHAPE skill to make some nearby grass into a monocular he then used it to view both building from a distance and sadily both did not disappoint.
As the two new building were nest that were mass producing undead just as the massive building his village had been turned into was mass producing catapults. Though as he looked at the undead nest that was creating undead hornets in a massive scale he was shocked to see some strange abominable sphere that seemed to be mix of wood and hornet body parts.
Grokal took a moment to go over everything they had learned and came to one conclusion. "The war councils need to be warned about this immediately." Grokal said softly to himsel before begining to slowly leave the smog kingdom as quietly as he arrived and just as before he succeeded though the moment he went through the smog wall he began running going straight for where the clans where speaking on how to attack the now powerful undead threat in their lands.
Grokal ran and ran going through the borders of several territories until he finally reached where he was going. A territory that bordered several others and at its centrel border was a camp filled with the combined might of all mine if the grass pixie clans. Grokal quickly went for center of it all and all sentries that spotted him let him pass unchallenged as they knew the severity of the task he had been given and so knew as well the elders needed his knowledge as well.
Grokal burst into a massive grass tent where the three councils where meeting the councils where made up of each class of elder which was hunter, farmer and grand all of who stopped their discussion to hear what Grokal had to say and upon hearing the dire news they then knew what they needed to do.
As the elders those considered the wisest and most skilled of their kind they were expected to lead their people as best they were able to but as Grokal's report had informed them well they debated the best course of action the ranks of the undead grew and so if they took to long to act it would be too late. So they would act now before the undead grew to numerous for them to defeat but considering the preparations required they would have to fight in three waves effectively.
Which would be hunters then farmers then at last the craftsman in this three prolonged attack they would have to relay upon be able to destroy the kingdom of smog that threatened the lands belonging to the grass pixie clans. The eldest of the grand elders a being so old it was said by some he was alive when the first seeds of the magical forest of Gregal where put in the earth looked around the room then he spoke.
" Much has been asked us in times long forgotten and much is being asked of us now. We shall succeed for it is our duty to do so." The eldest of the grand elders said as all elders got up to leave the responsibility of what needed to be done weighing down on them but the determination too see through it in there eyes.
A great battle was about to began for the fate of the pixie grasslands and none knew who would reign supreme by its end. All any could say was it would be a battle for the ages and would be written in the history of whoever the victor was by it's end.