| The Irstar Wars |
Just a story that'll I'll make up as I go along.
Teril gazed out at the scene below him. A thousand ships, sailed under nine different flags, were striving for dominance in a petty war. It was just one of the many wars on the planet. He licked one of his seven eyes in annoyance. They were forever killing and maiming for a portion of the massive planet, which could easily sustain them all twice over. He ran a tendril over the weapon in front of him, a rather small weapon, similar to a crossbow, but much more deadly. It had taken an hour for him to wind it up. He untied a knot, and three spears flew out over above the ocean, travelling rapidly down from the cliff edge. They tore into three separate vessels, the sailors of which were unperturbed by them, knowing that the "Grylin"(from what the ships were made) would easily keep them up. What they did not know, however, that the tips of each spears were filled with "Rytil", a very potent and rare explosive, which reacted with the nitrogen in the Grylin and exploded. Fortunately for those on the ships, it was only a tiny amount, but nevertheless it was devastating. One of the ships sank, and the other two managed to stay afloat, but with many less sailors alive. Teril smiled grimly. For all their pettiness, they payed well.
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The Grylin plant-like creature(from what the ships were made of) leaned towards Teril. He stood clear of the range of the long thorned tendrils. He grimaced sourly. They were forever being awkward and seeming to be trying to get him killed in the meeting spots. He was in a glade where Grylins grew, shadowed by the massive bulks of the Yragon, tree-like things which stretched hundreds of metres into the air. Teril killed a buzzing Toplit which strayed too close. He looked at the odd insect-like thing with interest. It had five wings and three legs, and sharp pincers, which were used to burrow through the flesh of other beasts. Teril heard a piercing whistle behind him, the greeting call of the Wrotin, the creature he himself was. He squishled around.
It was(in his mind) an attractive female(the definition of a female being the creature that gives birth. There were in a few species, third or fourth genders, some of which could be likened to ant or bee neuters and some of which couldn't...). She was of an average height at four foot, and very slimy. Her seven eyes were a bright blue and her "avogret", which contained the equivalent of all our sense organs excluing eyes and taste, and a few extra ones(to detect heat and such) She gurgled out a strange series of grunts and whistles, meaning something like this(they have a very basic language); "You slow. Money(the currency was iron, nickel, cobalt and gadolinium, they had a strange attraction to magnetism) less. Five dozen(there number system was in tens, which, coincidentally, was the number of tendil/tentacley things they had) iron only. Go now." She threw a small pouch to him, which he didn't catch, his attachments being ill-suited to it, though they were capable of throwing. He grunted as she disappeared.
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