A new leader emerges
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More. More lives for Yeenoghu.
:The priestess says with a feral grin. Her well-groomed fur peeks from her cleric robes that shift due to the strong eastern winds. Gathered in her clawed hands, prayer beads clatter against each other as she scans the landscape.:
:Her dog-like muzzle angles downward as she talks to the army of gnolls assembled below.:
The magic veil kept him from us. We make many prep-a-rations to free him. He is close now. Yesss…we hear him and come. More come every sunrise!
_:The sea of brown, grey and black furred gnolls stand transfixed listening to their high priestess.:
Behind the crowd, ghostly skeletons claw from the blood saturated ground to pile on one another. Wet hissing sounds gradually increase in volume as bubbling bits of raw flesh plop from thin air. The squirming liquid mass causes the scent of stagnant sewage to be carried for miles. Plant life decays and animals run in fear. Insects, too slow to move away from the materializing creatures, take on horrid shapes and sizes.:_
:She yelps and howls her tone gets louder almost like a battle cry:
Death is nothing!
:Raising her staff in the air she points to a newly formed Shooshuva, it's body spewing maggots as it limps along the grass.:
Yeenoghu's power brings us back. His strong hand molds us. He makes us stronger! We fight in his name! Yeenoghu! Yeenoghu! Yeenoghu!
((Random gnoll attacks are happening all over Narfell especially in the plains. When the Shooshuva appear outside the camp, you see a gnoll priestess in the distance cheering. Magic and arrows are deflected from reaching her by an invisible force. She teleports out quickly when gathering parties close in on her.))
