>>6309283>AA. of KhurnaireThe symbol of the Zaza quickly becomes the weeping eye, often stylized to just a curved line and a single vertical stroke, but quite literally in the most faithful and blessed, who keep their eyes bandaged tightly, only revealing their weeping eyes to spread the precious tears on a wound, or slip a few into the mouth of the ill. But there is power in these tears, for the wounds knit fast and without infection, the sick grow strong again, and a simple vial of them is enough to give even the most horrid of monsters in the Cursed Lands pause. They are not as flash or quick as the might of Luxor, but silver rods tarnish and prayer eventually fail, while the tears of men last for as long as they are needed.
For yes, they have returned, whatever the grim joke might be, the beasts and twisted shapes of man and woman in rotting rubbery flesh and stark white bone are back, haunting the villages and towns who share their land, though they seem content enough with torment and games, and many of the Zaza travel far, preaching, fighting, and laying down blessings of tears to drive them back.
Finding ground against the priests of the Orcmen is a difficult thing, what is one god against many? Still, Marlene is accepted in their pantheon, if given a coat of green paint and tusks, and perhaps that is enough for some future work.
>>6309529>Turquoise TurbansRails will change the world! Just as soon as this business with the boilers and water retention can be sorted out. Just finding enough materials for the boilers is difficult enough, only steel and iron can hope to withstand the extreme pressure required to launch vehicles across the landscape, but clever engineers work out ways to incorporate bronze rods into the construction in key places to allow more even transfer of heat to the water in the tanks. Of course all this means is that even more materials can be poured into the construction of rail and kettle cars, and so a fresh mine of tin is opened to supply the materials needed.
Prospectors seeking yet more material are sadly disappointed that reports of a strange rock formation instead lead them to an odd patch of plants growing in the Cursed Lands. These Kholan Radishes are as long and thick as a man’s leg, requiring a boar and rope just to pull them free from the ground. Some odd magic lingers in them, when eaten raw they deaden pain, emotion, and morality, then sharpens the mind to a single task. Unfortunately this task is usually macabre at best and terrible at worst, so a long stew is recommended to break down the magic within.
Calamity! A great silver fortress has emerged from the sea and with it a legion of silver skinned and winged beings bearing horns like that of a stag! They demand the immediate surrender of the capital so it may be searched for an item stolen from them, and absolute obedience and aid to their quest.
