The two Gal Swordsmen fighting Sclawous flees. Sweet easy victory!

Sclawous:
“Hahaha yes!… Wait! You guys do not have a single defense point! How did you withstand those attacks without defense points?”

Grotch:
“Sir, you have the ability “Harden”! It grants a boost of 1 in defense to any troop close to you! We might have lost another of our own if you didn’t have that ability!”

Spoils of War harvested! Sapphire Tributes forged!

SPOILS:

• Shingles – 45 – Shingles is the currency of this world, and they can be exchanged for many good things!
• Iron Sword – 2 – A basic sword made of shoddy iron. could be much better.
• Serium Plate – 2 – A plate of the Gal Coalition army. Grants no protection, but gives the team colors of the coalition to the wearer.

Sclawous:
“What the?”

Grotch:
“The Vocal Lords! Their commandments are manifesting as Sapphire Tributes! Oh with these great totems of power, we can get far!”

Sclawous:
“Also what is all this crap?!”

Grotch:
“These are the Spoils of War! It’s what we gather from the fallen! Whenever someone dies here, they become Shingles, which has many a great use! Think of them as a sort of… Iron Tribute?”

Sclawous:
“You know, you never told me why your entire empire is fallen, but we were dropped into battle from the get go. Maybe you can tell your story now?”

Grotch:
“Certainly!”

In the olden times, our race, the Grotch were gods among men. We had the power of the Sapphire Disc! This giant totem of power granted energy to out entire civilization, and we flourished like no other due to this.

The other civilizations were madly jealous though. why would the gods grant this lowly race such power? Only we, the kingdom of our people deserved it! The meanest of the kings gathered all the tribes he had under his power, and through it started to fuel an enormous army!

He waged war on our land, and we fought back. blood was shed, and skulls were broken, but the war never seemed to stop. We had mustered all the troops we could, but alas, the Grotch has never been a great fighter race. After many years, the attackers finally breached the defenses of our glorious empire.

The fiendish king broke the sapphire disc, and splintered it into many pieces, which are now named Sapphire Tributes. The king handed most of these to his own empire, and paid the tribes with the rest for their great show of strength. Since then, we have fled, being slaughtered like wild animals if we were found.