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Seven hideous abominations buzzed over Patria Elementum, the beautiful nation of the Sprites. Insula Elementum was ahead, a volcanic island sitting placidly on the beautiful lake. A glass-like bridge of pure ice, maintained by Water Sprites, extended from the peaceful shore, across the placid waters, and to the beautiful city's entrance. However, the tranquil effect was quite obviously marred by the fact that seven, black-armored Hissikkid Domates whizzed over the landscape.
The seven insects flew over the ice bridge, their obsidian carapaces shining in the sunlight. Each bore four, glowing red eyes, a pinkish crest, a huge spike instead of a left forearm, clawed fingers on their right, digigrade legs, and six wings that buzzed from the sheer speed of the vibrations.
The Domates blasted over the last part of the bridge, their wings humming like some enormous wasp. The seven foot-tall insects finally reached the end, and landed in front of the city. Their hideous presence brought stares of horror from the Sprites neaby, as their exoskeletons shone darkly in the sun...
The foremost Domate clacked his mandible and screeched shrilly in some hideous language, a harsh clicking and squealing. When the Sprites didn't understand, he attempted to deliver whatever he was saying again. Yet again, the Sprites couldn't understand Kittikid, the Hissikkid language. He was getting angry, apparently so he reached into his back carapace, and withdrew a small, wasp-like creature of a greenish color. The Domate spoke again in his insectile language, and the little winged insect in his left hand turned to face the Sprites, and translated into Basic.
"We of the Great Hissikkid Hive Mind will speak with your leader. Now."
The six hulking Domates behind the obvious leader tightened their grip on what they were holding in their only grasping hand. They all toted a huge, menacing battle staff with a blade on each end, and many serrations and saw edges. These were not weapons of war... These were weapons of intimidation.
The seven insects flew over the ice bridge, their obsidian carapaces shining in the sunlight. Each bore four, glowing red eyes, a pinkish crest, a huge spike instead of a left forearm, clawed fingers on their right, digigrade legs, and six wings that buzzed from the sheer speed of the vibrations.
The Domates blasted over the last part of the bridge, their wings humming like some enormous wasp. The seven foot-tall insects finally reached the end, and landed in front of the city. Their hideous presence brought stares of horror from the Sprites neaby, as their exoskeletons shone darkly in the sun...
The foremost Domate clacked his mandible and screeched shrilly in some hideous language, a harsh clicking and squealing. When the Sprites didn't understand, he attempted to deliver whatever he was saying again. Yet again, the Sprites couldn't understand Kittikid, the Hissikkid language. He was getting angry, apparently so he reached into his back carapace, and withdrew a small, wasp-like creature of a greenish color. The Domate spoke again in his insectile language, and the little winged insect in his left hand turned to face the Sprites, and translated into Basic.
"We of the Great Hissikkid Hive Mind will speak with your leader. Now."
The six hulking Domates behind the obvious leader tightened their grip on what they were holding in their only grasping hand. They all toted a huge, menacing battle staff with a blade on each end, and many serrations and saw edges. These were not weapons of war... These were weapons of intimidation.