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>The civilisation receives -5 Prosperity, Productivity and Security.
Two thousand Croglatovic shall be marshalled and follow the lead of five hundred blood-drinkers. They shall be divided into groups of one hundred, each of which shall have twenty Vuvovic soldiers backed by eighty tribesmen. Most of these units shall be sent forth to conquer one colony after another, but some will be held back in order to guard any captives who are taken. It is hoped that the conquest of the Scagravic shouldn't take more than five waves.
This time, the invasion isn't occurring during winter. It will begin during the spring and likely drag out into the summer as the warriors scour blackwood after blackwood, carrying the tree-dwellers kicking and screaming down from the boughs if they have to. For this period, the northern edge of the forest shall remain unguarded and many families shall find themselves wanting for bodies – plenty of labour shall be left undone this year.
When the time arrives at long last, twenty-five hundred men and women of the lake have gathered by the forest at the eastern edge of the Croglatol, divided between the rivers that lie to the north and south of the woodland. A fifth of them are Vuvovic, all too eager for the death of their foes. After all, the way of Il teaches that a man only grows stronger by consuming the blood of other men, and many of these soldiers rarely get that opportunity.
The two hosts divide themselves further into units of a hundred each and venture forth into Scagravic territory. Some of them row across in boats while further upriver, some of them manage to ford the water where it is at its shallowest. These warriors wander into the depths of the Grascan, even if it is just a small parcel of it. Predators watch this wary eyes as the Croglatovic venture deeper into the woodland, until the canopy is so thick that it becomes difficult to see. It is as such points in the Grascan where the great blackwood trees are found, looming above all of others.
The invaders hear the tree-dwellers long before they see them. Across this patch of forest, Scagravic whoop and wail to each other high above the forest floor, warning each other of their incoming attackers. They perch on the mighty boughs of towering trees, which they have carved nooks and hollows into. Ropes bind these great branches together and hang from them, serving as easy passage from limb to limb and back down to the earth. Of course, as the Croglatovic approach, one of the first things that the defenders of these colonies do is pull up these ropes – they're going to make this as difficult as they can.
>Give me three rolls of dice+1d100. I'll accept the best of three.
>You will need to beat a target number of 37. The more you beat it by, the greater your victory. The more you lose by, the greater your loss.
This will be the first of many back-to-back rolls, which may get harder over time. I'll try and make this quick.
