Slann
Bowser
Third Spawning
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Throughout the years I have taken many shapes and forms. Each Slann Starmaster calls upon us for a different reason. A different type of battle. After each battle we may get a new Starmaster. They shape an idea of the type of land and terrain we will be fighting in. This is where we train and live before becoming corporeal. Our bodies adjust in size, shape and colour based on the Starmaster's vision.
Our latest reality was a small human village on the edge of a thick dark forest. A river runs through the village, with a single uncovered bridge. The forms we took had white glittering scales. Blue on our crests and ridges. We know the buildings, forest, and the river inside and out. We had trained against different types of daemons the avatar of the slann conjured up to train for that battle. The warriors would spar with the guards. Savage raw power. Unstoppable force meeting immovable stone. The chameleons hid in the forest, learning to mimic the calls of the local wildlife. The Stegadon carrying the Engine and the Stegadon carrying the Sunfire would spar with each other, crashing into each other and locking horns. We released blot toads into the forest so that the ripperdactyls and their riders knew their way through those trees and around the buildings, it was incredible to see how fast they could fly through that forest without disturbing a branch. The Kroxigor and the salamanders would stalk each other in the river, the salamanders are no match strength wise, but would outsmart the Kroxigor quite regularly. The cavalry would joust and use the cold ones to hunt. Some skinks would practice aim with the solar engine, occasionally devastating a building, much to the amusement of the warriors and guards. Others would use the Ark of Sotek to hunt rats. The rest trained in a hit and run fashion, shoot and move. Dodge and weave through the saurus battles to ensure they could escape even the fiercest opponents. Using their shields to deflect blows and bolts all the same. The priest, Starpriest and myself would train with the avatar of the Slann mostly, but would train with the other skinks as well. The Starpriest practiced summoning starlight. Illuminating the battlefield making us more vicious, and blinding the opponents. The priest and I have future site. We learned from the avatar how to control and manipulate it better. Each day after our training the avatar of the Slann would conjure monsters for the carnosaurs to hunt. It was magnificent to watch. If they failed to pin the opponent it was exhilarating. Sometimes giving these other monsters a chance was all they needed, but when the carnosaurs had their prey pinned it was all over.
My palanquin floated next to the avatars. He would show me what he sees, and my understanding of the future grew more with each passing day. I saw the upcoming battle. A disturbing vision. A super nova. I frantically tried to manipulate it. Change the outcome of the vision. I couldn't change it. The avatar of the Slann looked over at me. He was calm. Maybe he was manipulating the events as well. A calming feeling came over me. I didn't understand but the Starmaster did. That was all I needed to know.
As the battle grew closer the days grew shorter and the cold winds started to blow. Then the snow started to fall. Our colours matching the white fluffy flakes. During the harder snow storms we were nearly invisible even to each other. Ghost like movements were the only telltale signs of us. Like an army of chameleons. Of course in the lighter snow fall we were still fully visible. We awoke to see the people in our village. Sharing our quarters with us, swimming in the river and hunting in the forest with us. Blissfully unaware of our existence. We were all too aware of theirs. Sharpening our accuracy and movements. Fighting around them. The Starmaster warned us that there was no room for error. We must not harm a single villager. At first we struggled not to hit them with sloppy shooting or wild swings. But as we trained we learned to watch for them and enemies at the same time. Soon enough we were nimbly side stepping the humans and even throwing ourselves in front of them to save them from enemy weapons. The training intensified. The humans were no longer passive training tools. They ran around in a panic. They tride attacking both us and our enemy. It was a lot harder for our troops to keep them alive when they were bashing us or running into our hiding spots. We trained harder. Keeping our hiding spots higher, or cutting holes in the ice and keeping our heads at the top to hide the holes. We were deflecting the human weapons with shields or even turning the weapons on the enemy. The saurus were expert at that. A pitchfork pulled swiftly from a villager's hand and straight into the bowels of a daemon. We were as ready as we would ever be.
Most of us began to solidify. This village faded out, and when it faded back in it was no longer ours. It was theirs. These were real humans. There would be real daemons as well. The wind howled. The chimneys puffed out their dark smoke. We stood at the ready. Waiting for sounds, sights, smells. Any indication that the battle would start. The snow fell heavy, swirling in the high winds. The Slann Starmaster showed up. His avatar was just a projection, a fraction of the power wielded by this Slann.
Then the vision came to me. Fire. With this high wind would spread fast. Even the blizzard wouldn't be enough to put it out. The vision came quick followed by another. Just as I had feared. The super nova.
Then they started appearing waiting near the river and just inside the forest. Stupid foul creatures, stamping their hoofs into the ground. Only blood on their dispicable minds. More blood for their hideous god. One of the things near the river was trying to conjure a fireball. The Starmaster was able to unbind the spell quite easily. It became frustrated quite quickly and was about to yell something when a kroxigor burst from the river. The kroxigor pulled it under the ice and got it into a death roll. Tearing off chunks with it's powerful jaws and turning the water red. Will that satisfy your depraved god? The river came alive with Kroxigor and salamanders popping out from their hiding holes. The skinks prodding the salamanders along gave them the fire they were looking for. More went under the ice, and a hail of blow darts started in at the beasts at the edge of the forest. The hideous chaos spawn didn't see the white shapes coming through the blizzard until it was too late. The celestite clubs came hammering down on the skulls and horns of the vile things.
Our latest reality was a small human village on the edge of a thick dark forest. A river runs through the village, with a single uncovered bridge. The forms we took had white glittering scales. Blue on our crests and ridges. We know the buildings, forest, and the river inside and out. We had trained against different types of daemons the avatar of the slann conjured up to train for that battle. The warriors would spar with the guards. Savage raw power. Unstoppable force meeting immovable stone. The chameleons hid in the forest, learning to mimic the calls of the local wildlife. The Stegadon carrying the Engine and the Stegadon carrying the Sunfire would spar with each other, crashing into each other and locking horns. We released blot toads into the forest so that the ripperdactyls and their riders knew their way through those trees and around the buildings, it was incredible to see how fast they could fly through that forest without disturbing a branch. The Kroxigor and the salamanders would stalk each other in the river, the salamanders are no match strength wise, but would outsmart the Kroxigor quite regularly. The cavalry would joust and use the cold ones to hunt. Some skinks would practice aim with the solar engine, occasionally devastating a building, much to the amusement of the warriors and guards. Others would use the Ark of Sotek to hunt rats. The rest trained in a hit and run fashion, shoot and move. Dodge and weave through the saurus battles to ensure they could escape even the fiercest opponents. Using their shields to deflect blows and bolts all the same. The priest, Starpriest and myself would train with the avatar of the Slann mostly, but would train with the other skinks as well. The Starpriest practiced summoning starlight. Illuminating the battlefield making us more vicious, and blinding the opponents. The priest and I have future site. We learned from the avatar how to control and manipulate it better. Each day after our training the avatar of the Slann would conjure monsters for the carnosaurs to hunt. It was magnificent to watch. If they failed to pin the opponent it was exhilarating. Sometimes giving these other monsters a chance was all they needed, but when the carnosaurs had their prey pinned it was all over.
My palanquin floated next to the avatars. He would show me what he sees, and my understanding of the future grew more with each passing day. I saw the upcoming battle. A disturbing vision. A super nova. I frantically tried to manipulate it. Change the outcome of the vision. I couldn't change it. The avatar of the Slann looked over at me. He was calm. Maybe he was manipulating the events as well. A calming feeling came over me. I didn't understand but the Starmaster did. That was all I needed to know.
As the battle grew closer the days grew shorter and the cold winds started to blow. Then the snow started to fall. Our colours matching the white fluffy flakes. During the harder snow storms we were nearly invisible even to each other. Ghost like movements were the only telltale signs of us. Like an army of chameleons. Of course in the lighter snow fall we were still fully visible. We awoke to see the people in our village. Sharing our quarters with us, swimming in the river and hunting in the forest with us. Blissfully unaware of our existence. We were all too aware of theirs. Sharpening our accuracy and movements. Fighting around them. The Starmaster warned us that there was no room for error. We must not harm a single villager. At first we struggled not to hit them with sloppy shooting or wild swings. But as we trained we learned to watch for them and enemies at the same time. Soon enough we were nimbly side stepping the humans and even throwing ourselves in front of them to save them from enemy weapons. The training intensified. The humans were no longer passive training tools. They ran around in a panic. They tride attacking both us and our enemy. It was a lot harder for our troops to keep them alive when they were bashing us or running into our hiding spots. We trained harder. Keeping our hiding spots higher, or cutting holes in the ice and keeping our heads at the top to hide the holes. We were deflecting the human weapons with shields or even turning the weapons on the enemy. The saurus were expert at that. A pitchfork pulled swiftly from a villager's hand and straight into the bowels of a daemon. We were as ready as we would ever be.
Most of us began to solidify. This village faded out, and when it faded back in it was no longer ours. It was theirs. These were real humans. There would be real daemons as well. The wind howled. The chimneys puffed out their dark smoke. We stood at the ready. Waiting for sounds, sights, smells. Any indication that the battle would start. The snow fell heavy, swirling in the high winds. The Slann Starmaster showed up. His avatar was just a projection, a fraction of the power wielded by this Slann.
Then the vision came to me. Fire. With this high wind would spread fast. Even the blizzard wouldn't be enough to put it out. The vision came quick followed by another. Just as I had feared. The super nova.
Then they started appearing waiting near the river and just inside the forest. Stupid foul creatures, stamping their hoofs into the ground. Only blood on their dispicable minds. More blood for their hideous god. One of the things near the river was trying to conjure a fireball. The Starmaster was able to unbind the spell quite easily. It became frustrated quite quickly and was about to yell something when a kroxigor burst from the river. The kroxigor pulled it under the ice and got it into a death roll. Tearing off chunks with it's powerful jaws and turning the water red. Will that satisfy your depraved god? The river came alive with Kroxigor and salamanders popping out from their hiding holes. The skinks prodding the salamanders along gave them the fire they were looking for. More went under the ice, and a hail of blow darts started in at the beasts at the edge of the forest. The hideous chaos spawn didn't see the white shapes coming through the blizzard until it was too late. The celestite clubs came hammering down on the skulls and horns of the vile things.
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