The World was shaken upon their arrival. What once a land dominated by plane floaters, was then invaded and dented by the storm people. They sent their generals to colonize these waters. And that they did, teaching the murlocs how to harness the powers of the shadow and arcane. The shamanistic rituals only grew stronger. For centuries the community thrived and grew.
Then the first wave of conquerors got a taste of power. Their corrupt deeds devastated the industry and crippled the growing organism in its youth. The storm people sent another wave of generals to revive the land. And that they did.
These cryptic generals were not so good with their words, but they tried to make it up with their actions. However it seemed that they too had their own agenda. So did the Storm people, with their hunger for universal dominance they tightened their grips over the lands they’ve conquered depriving them of life, draining them of their souls.
Only so that they can vanish. Off to a new world, fresh with fuel from the lands they plundered and destroyed. This is the story of the aftermath of their corrupted ill-fated reign. This is the story of a race refusing to surrender, thriving to fight in this brave new world. This is the story of Manila.
In the old colonial district of Quezon City, a druid and warrior were having a brawl. The veteran warrior Pol and a young druid named Mikael. They were enjoying a game of bunong braso over lambanog. Arm wrestling over a local version of Schnapps.
Pol boasts, “It will be long before you can win iho, your just starting your journey I’m already on my way back!”. The druid Mikael smirks and says cockily, “We will see about that!” to that he mumbles an incantation and transforms himself into a giant beast!
Pol seems unfazed by the lad’s doubling of size and fangs. Pol breathes deep, takes his hand to his chest then grounds his elbow on the table, reaches his hand forward edging the druid to take his place. Mikael takes a swig of lambanog and grips the now tiny warrior hand compared to his fury beast clawed paws.
The bar keeper Dessa approaches the two drunk men and says, “Boys try not to wreck my bar or you will have to pay with your lives. Understood?” Both nods in agreement eyes locked to each other, hands clenching tighter.
Dessa shouts: “Ready! Go!”
Pol quickly closes his eyes and upon opening they glowed in deep bright blue! He entered into a [combat stance]! Mikael is now roaring in disbelief as he cannot fathom why he can’t move the warrior’s arm! Unbeknownst to the druid the warrior is now practically immovable and is now locked in that position!
Mikael calls upon nature, and soon roots from the ground crawled around the table and twined themselves to the warriors wrists. Yet still to no avail! The druid fears that warrior has turned into stone and might have to break Pol first before he can actually move Pol’s arm!
Suddenly a loud shriek, Dessa hunkers down the counter. Corrupted Sokons! Evil leeches with the only goal is to feed themselves of the lives of others. They travel in packs and do not eat their fellow leeches. They appear human but be assured they no longer are.
The druid now realizing they must defend the place tries to remove his hand but realized he couldn’t! While the sokons devoured the escaping murlocs Mikael tries his best to remove his hand but can’t! “What a crappy way to die” says Mikael to himself “I’m to be devoured by these parasitic maggots and all I can do here is stand and hold the hand of this old coot!”
Pol then musters a whisper, “[The Natural Order]…” Mikael barely hears it, Pol tries again, “Natural Order me!” To only then did the druid realize that the Warrior entered into a stance without him noticing it!
The entangling roots then emitted a scent of flowers and in a moment Pol’s eyes were no longer glowing. Pol releases his grip over Mikael’s hand and draws his sword.
Mikael, “Its about time old timer!” Pol then say’s “You didn’t win, you were not able to move my hand!” Mikael interjects “Can we please talk about this later after we don’t die!”
The two then leaning on each other’s six created a circle of defiance. Any fiend who entered into that circle is quickly disposed off and sent back to the depths of where they came from. Roars, bites, slashes and bludgeons were the music of the Dessa’s tavern that night.
The merriment went on till morning.
Dessa thank the two hoots for saving their lives, but said to still pay for the damages they caused! Pol said, “That’s going to cost a lot…” Looking around the wrecked tavern. Mikael said, “You know there is this legend about a treasure still unfound in city of Alabang…”
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The story of Zangarmarsh is still unfolding. The murlocs have always been resilient. Even as floods ravaged our lands we still smile, drink and even play games. The future is ours to conquer, what will you do for your realm?





2-Headed Ogre was beaten by 2 hearts in love by Jay Tanhueco and his loved one who partnered up to win the title 2-Headed Ogre King and Queen! ^_^