There was calm stillness in the northern jungles as the sun rose to its peak. It’s radiant rays reach out to every tree and vine forcing its nourishment on them. A glorious sight to behold for sure, if you were not one of the denizens of the northern continent. For the suns smoldering heat, or luscious lights, where an everyday occurrence that was often taken for granted. Few of the tribes in this jungle remember; this sight was one of many reasons they chose to settle here. The way the sun was embraced by the trees and flora, instead of being refracted by the glass tipped glaciers or repelled by the blankets of snow.
Although most species of the world would consider this the northern jungle, to those of the northern continent it was the smoldering forest. The northern continent was arguably the coldest natural place on the planet, at least for the average temperature of its climates. The further north you went in, the colder it became. So most of the demi-humans that lived had adapted or acclimated to the colder climates. Most developed fur while others developed thick hide or layers of fat to protect them from the ominous bite of the north. One clan from the snake demi-humans that lived there had grown tired of the chill. They decided to migrate south. It was a dangerous move as they northern continent was not yet united in defending itself. Never the less, this group of explores, warriors, and matriarchs were done with the harsh environment of the then deep north.
After many years of travel and many attempts at settlements, they war had finally reached them and chased them into the scorching forest. They had set up a camp, fearing this would be their last stand. Unbeknownst to them, the invading races were not adapt to the heat or tough terrain of the jungle. They could not move their armies through the dense and blazing foliage. So they set up camp outside the jungle, as they thought the snake people would have to try to leave in order to get food or supplies. To their dismay, the snake people never emerged from the jungle. They waiting months for them to emerge before they invades themselves had to retreat or fear facing the superior might of the united northern kingdom.
“Colubriiglisaad remembers the strength of clan. Colubriiglisaad knows clan tried to be different to progresh. Colubriiglisaad tries to different, clan see no progresh.” a shadow whispers into the forest. The darkness stirs as and seems to slither into the light at the edge of the tree line. At a slow scurry, which would be akin to a saunter for a legged creature, the figure combs the edge of the forest.
“Colubriiglisaad be cursed of shaman. Colubriiglisaad be coiled by strikers. Colubriiglisaad be rattled from nest. Colubriiglisaad just want to protect. Colubriiglisaad want efficiency. Huts blame southern science and trade. Huts blame hatchers for ways Colubriiglisaad was raised. Colubriiglisaad blames Huts for swallowing rocks. Huts sink to dark thoughts of old days.” He said as he passed the small shadow that divided the scorching forest from the rest of the northern continent.
As his pacing continued and his rantings were hissed into oblivion, two large black orbs seemed to glide down from the trees. They drifted down to land next to Colubriiglisaad. He continued to snake back and forth, seemingly so lost in his thoughts he did not notice the new presence. The large orbs seemed to be tracking his movements as they should shift once he passed by them. Fifteen minutes passed by before either Colubriiglisaad seemed to notice these peculiar floating spheres.
“Gilgamesh! Colubriiglisaad will not have great praises if Gilgamesh doesn’t listen. Colubriiglisaad said to stay. Plenty more fly-frogs in pen to enjoy.” Colubriiglisaad said as he placed his hand between the orbs. A shimmer seemed to dance in the space the snake-man’s finger had touched. It fluttered between the orbs only ripple outward moments later. This revealed a previously camouflaged frog. It was enormous, easily twice the size of Colubriiglisaad himself. Dark green skin was revealed everywhere the ripple touch, with the occasional spot of brown or black. Even when not camouflaged completely, it was still colored to watch its home in the jungle.
“Colubriiglisaad must wait. Demi-mount travels this way with words for clan. Colubriiglisaad will deliver message, save time. Needed if words have value to Huts. Maybe Colubriiglisaad will be praised.” He said, accentuating every soft or long S sound as a snake person would do.
“Gilgamesh doesn’t even have mounter. What Gilgamesh conspire? Hm?” His fingers tapped the giant frog’s head, a low crackling seemed to indicate the frog was pleased. It seemed hesitant, as if the frog feared to let out his own ribbit.
“Gilgamesh stop regrets. Colubriiglisaad will wait for words. Stay. Demi-mount has made camp. Colubriiglisaad will greet them.” He said as he bound out of the forest and quickly made his way to the small camp the couriers Edge had sent to assembly his avengers.