Legotas had to admit to himself things had not gone as he had expected. When he had sent Phabium's little champion into pixie woods, he expected him to be destroyed by all the magical creatures that lived there not long after his arrival. As the pixies and those that lived in pixie woods weren't exactly fond of the undead. But instead of being quickly destroyed as Legotas had expected, the little skull had instead built his own little kingdom of undead within a part of the pixie woods of Gregal and had just recently won a great battle, claiming a larger part of the pixie woods of Gregal for his own.
Which was the little skull's greatest mistake. As Legotas was a god of legends and as such would always find out about such interesting tales, as was his nature. The falling of the nine grass pixie clans to the skull superweapon as well as the skull's armies was an interesting tale indeed; in fact, it was just the tale he needed to destroy the skull before it could become a true problem for him later down the line.
As the skull has now become a ruler of a great but small kingdom of undead with great and powerful weapons as well as having mighty armies to go along with their mighty weapons. Though granted, in the grand scheme of things, the weapons weren't all mighty compared to what several beginner heroes had used. Though even with that taken into account, he still had to deal with this new undead realm, the Kingdom of Smog.
Besides what was added to the talk was the defeat of grass pixis clans, as their elders were not the strongest things, but they were decently powerful. So then not being able to overcome the skull and its kingdom of smog showed its legitimacy as a threat. So while the grass poxie clans would remain under their new skull ruler for the moment. Though being under an undead skull's rule, they would no doubt lose something fundamental about themselves, which did add a bit more depth to the tale, which Legotas always liked.
These were the kind of tales that Legotas loved to hear, as they were perhaps some of the easiest to deal with and yet at the same time had the greatest payoff at the end of the story. As all that was required now was a hero to appear and defeat both the superweapons of this fledgling undead kingdom and its armies as well. Which wouldn't be too difficult as far as Legotas was concerned, as heroes had done more practicing to be heroes than would be required to destroy the skull and free the grass pixies clans from Phabium's little skull champion.
Luckily, Legotas had the exact hero in mind as the grass pixie clans had a hero. But as heroes do when all the adventure in the area had dried up, he left for other places to make his legend even grander. Though now with his people conquered, grand superweapons held over their heads, and armies of undead creation marching across his home, there was now more than enough adventure for said hero to return home.
The said hero in question was marching across one of the many different fey forests in search of his next grand quest. There were many fey forests, all different from one another, and each one was almost a continent unto itself, as fey forests tended to be far larger than they first appeared. The magical woods were where he could find a good adventure, whether it was the sun fairy woods, the ever-shifting moon woods, or perhaps even the eternally swarming woods. These three choices were the greatest candidates to produce a satisfying adventure in the hero's mind.
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As these magical fey woods weaved, they boasted interesting magical effects. This meant even if there was nothing in these magical woods that could challenge his heroic might, he could still find interesting magical phenomena that would more than make up for it. Though he had to be careful, as magical fairy woods like to separate themselves into distinct districts. Which means you can have the strange experience of walking into a fey woods and somehow finding a desert deep inside of it. Which had only happened to him once.
As the hero of the grass pixies walked the small territory between fairy woods, trying to come to a decision on which of the fairy woods he should explore, he heard something strange above him and began to focus on it. The winds shifted above him, carrying the leaves past him, and on this new wind came whispers, which the hero could hear, telling him of a tale. This tale was dark, as it was a tale of how his homeland had fallen to the undead, conquered by a skull that commanded smog, and how his kin were now his kin in desperate need of their hero to return and save them from their conquerors.
"I, Greero, the great hero swordsman of the nine grass pixie clans, will save my people!" Greero shouted towards the sky. Not questioning for a moment why he had been told all of this from a voice on the wind, as such things happened to heroes often. Greero then raised his great and powerful blade, the Gratana, and charged forth, heading straight for his homeland, not willing to slow down or stop for anything.
Legotas had watched Greero's proud declaration to the sky to defeat the enemy and free his people. "Hmmm, I've seen better." Legotas said to himself honestly, as he had in fact seen better. As the god of Legends, he watched thousands of heroes give such declarations with much more passion and better words. Though Greero was young, Legotas figured he would eventually improve, so there was something to look forward to.
As Legotas always liked to see the stories getting better, for that to happen, the heroes had to improve. Which Legotas figured Greero would, as nothing made the heroes a bit more skilled at speech than freeing their homeland, at least in his experience, which was rather vast, all things considered, as the god of legends.
Though he did have to admit Phabium has already won in a way, though he doubted he knew that. As that poor bastard has been so long without a win, he probably wouldn't know if he won if Legotas beat him upside the head with the literal embodiment of victory. Though he had to admit to himself that Phabium had indeed won, at least in a way.
Which was that Phabium had him routing against an underdog, which honestly Legotas couldn't remember the last time he had done that; it had probably been thousands of years if he was being honest. As underdogs were the favorite of legendary stories, the fact that Phabium got him to plan the downfall of one is a win for him.
Though sadly it will be the only win for him, and then it will be back to business as usual. "My dear Phabium, once again you tried, and once again you failed." Legotas said in a teasing tone of voice as he watched the hero Greero make his way towards the kingdom of Smog, no doubt heralding its doom. "Better luck next time." Legotas said before he turned his attention to other tasks within his domain that required his attention.