As the hunting elders had done before them, the nine elders of the farmers of the pixie clans performed their grand ritual. Preparing to face the great enemy, the small land of the undead had become, or the kingdom of smog as it was quickly becoming known. So they gathered around each other, performing their grand ritual, the GREAT GROWTH, that became the GRASS FLOOD when it was performed by nine elders instead of one.

So there at its center, with the power of the ritual flowing through them, were the nine elders, all becoming large, each bearing a shepherd's crook. The grass in the surrounding lands did not just grow due to the power of the GRASS FLOOD; it exploded upward, going so far upward as to be up past a humanoid's leg in height. The extremely tall grass went on endlessly in all directions from the pixie eyes, creating an almost literal sea of green.

The farmers under the command of the nine farmer elders were soon wrapped in grass that became a strange armor around them as it bent and shook around them. Yet it also seemed to be rather sturdy, showing itself to be a rather flexible but sturdy material. Soon all the farmers turned soldiers were using their growth abilities on their armor to grow them to even greater heights. Though the farmer pixie soldiers were distracted from their experimentation with their new grass crop armor by the elders ritual.

As it was not quite finished yet, as one last act showing of their magical might, the elders created nine ships grown and shaped from grass for the army's use. The nine farming elders were at the head of each of the new ships as they rode them atop the newly made gas sa. The farming pixie soldiers used the ability of their armor to have it reach out for them and allow them to get up to the newly formed grass ships.

Soon all nine grass ships were filled with the farming clansmen of each of the nine farming elders, and so they began making their way across the new grass sea at the top of the grass in their ships as if they were on the water. The nine farming elders used their shepherd's crooks to command their ships where to go. It was a once-in-a-lifetime moment as a sea of grass grew before a fleet of nine ships carrying the nine farming elders and their army to the kingdom of Smog.

Sadly, there were none to see such a magnificent sight as the army of hunters had gone before them, and the army of crafters with them was too busy with their own preparations to pay attention to them. So the fleet of nine great grass ships crossed from one clan's territory to the next with no fanfare. Their destination set as the nine farming elders sought to bring the wrath of them and the farmers under them down upon the undead that had threatened all they held dear.

Though they must be careful, as all factor rituals have a price to pay for their power, and this one was they must not fall in. Which meant if any of the ships were destroyed or anyone on board fell into the sea of grass around them, they were lost forever. Though the power they had been granted for their invasion was worth such risk.

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As they could not only bring a grass sea of life into the lands of the undead, no doubt weakening them, as what undead would thrive in an abundance of life that the elders and their fleet brought? But there was also another effect of the GRASS FLOOD, which was that insects caught in it were changed, becoming goliaths of their race or multiplying into swarms, as well as gaining the ability to truly swim in the grass sea that the GRASS FLOOD had created.

So while none bore witness to the nine ships crossing the pixie grasslands across their great grass ships, those upon the ships got to witness the majesty of the creatures that now swim below them in the magic grass sea beneath them. But all too soon the time of wonder was over, and the nine great ships gazed, and all those that crewed them gazed upon the great smog wall that hid their enemy beyond.

The nine elders spoke to each other, though not in words; they spoke through their crooks, for in some way the hunting elders became one mind, that of an obsessed beast. In their GREAT GRASS RAID, the grass-farming elders became one as well during the great GRASS FLOOD, though in a different way, for they were shepherds of grass fields and of their kin. So instead of sharing their minds to become the ultimate predator, the nine farming elders instead shared their voice, guiding all in their fleet through a silent siren's song that directed them to where they needed to go.

The nine elders did not have their great grass ships pierce the smog wall at the first opportunity. No, instead they saw where the grass hunter pixie had gone through and went east of their entry point into the smog wall, knowing it would be better to open multiple fronts against an undead foe. As focusing at one point would surely get them swarmed by the undead, which was a known tactic of most undead species.

So their fleet went around the dome of smog, being careful not to penetrate it with the grass sea that followed the great grass ships. As they wanted the element of surprise for their attack, every advantage would be needed in this grand siege that would decide the very soul of their very people. Once the nine elders had guided their ships to their destination, they sung a song that had the ships grow spiked battering rams at the front and javelin grass to grow from the deck, which the farmers pulled out ready to fling at their enemies.

The elders not saying a word but still heard in a strange, singsong voice across all nine grass warships. "The time is now; strike the blow, cleanse the land." The nine elders said in a deep baritone sing that rattled the nine grass warships as they pierced the smog veil that covered the smog kingdom, beginning their part in the siege of the realm of the kingdom of smog.

Those on the other side of the smog wall who defended their home against invaders found themselves trying to make sense of being invaded by a naval fleet while being on land. As well as the fact that the very nature of the fleet threatened the land of the smog kingdom itself. So both sides clashed: one over the souls of their people, the other the spirit of their home.