[open to all Olgog tribes, Open to Bladed Sun, Kincaid, Grim, Yohai, Daemonsbane, Khalid Phoenixkiller, Lord Grimaldus(as resugent)]
The might Chieftain Mag Buskt stood in the sandy cavern and looked in the distance towards the partially hidden Inquisitor Fortress. The Earthers always did make such dangerous structures, he thought. Yet his alien heart pulsed with pride when he thought a single Olgog (despite being twisted) had actually torn through so many Earthers. Enough that the camouflaged walls near the entrance were splattered red bright enough for the whole world to see.
Here safely away from the fighting, Mag Buskt wanted to rush in. But he was no berzerker, and took a deep and calming breath before turning to any leaders who had come due to the dream. The horrible dream all Olgogs had shared of their once great leader Protodoxa, now steps away from securing his fate as a cursed monster.
Mag Buskt said, “It is my responsibility as a Chieftain of the Old ways to put down this mad Mag’Ol Protodoxa. I ask that you assembled leaders help me do so.”
Ogalab MagGor’ab replied quickly, “I do not agree Mag Buskt. Though a great respect is placed on you. Instead we must save Protodoxa and break whatever binding the Warmonger has used to possess his body and mind.”
Kalokgog Magonsa interrupted, “In either case, we need to attack the fortress to distract them long enough for either Ogalab or Mag Buskt’s team to succeed. and for that we need a plan.”