The grass pixies had formed three great armies, each empowered with the greatest magic their people had to offer. They had gone to war against a fire that threatened all they stood for and all they were with these three armies, and they had lost. Now they found themselves imprisoned, waiting for word of what was to happen to their people.
The future looked bleak, and most were of the opinion the greatest question their people had left to ask was how dark their future was. The grass pixies from each imprisoned army watched those that worked and belonged to the undead kingdom of Smog as they went on about their business around them. They were not taken one by one, never to be seen again, nor did they see a mass grave being dug to bury them all.
The fact that these events that would be a prelude to darker things happening were not occurring did not reassure the imprisoned grass pixies. As they began to worry that a far worse fate awaited them, one their captors wanted them to know nothing about just in case it gave them the courage to take their own lives to avoid a worse fate than death. Maxwell, through his necrotic senses, began to notice the darker emotions swirling among his grass pixie captives and knew he had to act soon.
Maxwell could see the dark emotions of the captives growing physically through his necrotic power, so he sought out Wormer to have him speak to the captives to have them informed of the new status quo. As they were now a part of his kingdom of necrotic smog, as none of their lands were untouched by his necrotic policies, and as such their lands were already forming grass smog elementals to enforce his rule upon them.
Maxwell wasn't quite sure what to make of that, as he had expected to gain territory from the war as part of the negotiations, but full-on conquering the nine grass pixie clans had been a bit more than he had expected. Though regardless of his thoughts, that was the situation, so Maxwell stopped thinking on it and got back to making contact with Wormer. "For an empty skull I do a lot of thinking, don't I?" Maxwell said as a little joke to himself before he made contact with Wormer, who was working on some large worm monstrosity.
Maxwell looked over the creation, wondering why Wormer had made such a thing, and then came to a realization that underground Wormer may not have been informed of his kingdom's victory and so was still preparing for a great battle that wasn't going to happen underground. "While bestowing the good news of our victory, tell him the news of his promotion as well to ambassador between him and my new subjects." Maxwell said to himself before having the Smog root hands reach out to Wormer to connect their minds so that they could speak.
Wormer, before the arrival of Maxwell's focus, had been in a state of frenzy creation. As he did receive some news from the smog root hands about what was going on on the surface but not much. So Wormer knew the war was going well for them but had no idea how it was going at that moment. This lack of information caused Wormer to begin preparing for the worse by beginning the creation of a large worm monstrosity to defend his new and growing clan's domain.
While his apprentices Worense and Worack worked on their skills and expanded the forces they had to defend the underground with by using their WORM DUPLICATE skill. The three dark fey's efforts were producing quite the sizable underground force to fight off invaders with. Which is why Wormer found himself both happy and depressed at the news the smog root fist finally passed on to him.
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The smog root fist passed on a series of images showing him that they had won the war. "You can lie down. We won." Wormer said simply to his apprentice, who collapsed to the floor in exhaustion. The two having pushed past their limits to keep expanding the size of the worm army they held. The two apprentices stared at each other for a moment, looking like they wanted to argue about who collapsed first, but then they both slumped back down as it became clear neither had the strength to bicker.
Wormer simply smiled to himself at the antics of his apprentices and then got going down one of the tunnels that would take him to one of the chambers that would allow him to communicate better with the ruler through the gestalt that was the smog root fist minds better. As though he couldn't communicate with the ruler directly, he could feel his presence and figured the ruler had probably told the smog roots first to inform him directly about the war's conclusion.
Wormer made quick time, not wanting to make the ruler of his home wait for him any longer than necessary. So that's how Wormer found himself in one of the special chambers belonging to the smog roots fist as they wrapped roots around his head, and through this now-physical connection, he began communicating with the ruler of the smog kingdom.
"Hello, my Lord, how may I be of assistance?" Wormer said in a polite voice, wondering what his ruler could possibly want from him now that the war was over. Especially seeing as he was a maker of war worms and underground complexes, there shouldn't be any need of him after a war on the surface.
"While you see, I have conquered all the grass pixies lands; as we speak, new smog grass elementals are being born across the land, and new walls are rising that have my banners as well as my soldiers guarding them." Maxwell said in a firm tone, then being quiet as he let Wormer absorb that bit of information. Once Maxwell saw Wormer had adjusted to the new information, he continued. "So to get this across with no misunderstandings, I need you to speak to my prisoners." Maxwell said his words both as a statement and a question to which Wormer gave a rapid, not-too-in response.
"Of course, sire, I will endeavor to see that the grass pixies understand the new status quo of the land." Wormer said in an eager tone of voice, making it clear he was eager to serve his new kingdom and this, his new clan, by proxy. Maxwell, seeing his agreement, gave the equivalent of a nod and then left the connection between them.
Wormer, now having a rather important task to complete, went back to his two apprentices, who were still lying on the ground resting. Wormer wasn't worried about their safety, as the tunnels nearby were filled with their war worms, though the two apprentices would probably have bad back pain come morning from resting on the ground.
Deciding not to disturb them Wormer drew a note on the wall next to where his apprentices were sleeping telling them where he went and what he was doing, then went on to do just that. So Wormer then took the fast but convoluted path out of the underground maze and into the above ground, where three grass pixie armies were imprisoned. Once up top, Wormer looked around to where the three different armies were imprisoned, then picked one at random, picked them, and went to talk to them about their new circumstances.
Maxwell watched Wormer as he came up and chose one of the imprisoned grass pixie armies at random with his necrotic senses. "Best of luck, my friend. I think you need it." Maxwell said to himself, hoping the upcoming conversations wouldn't cause more problems for him.