It was a being that was strange; it knew that. It was three things but was one. This left it in a strange state of being as it pondered its existence, as it wasn't even in one place but four. It was in the sea of Carsisus, a mighty horde of Arowac tearing about fleets and gorging on the crews. It was in one of the elven forests of an unstoppable tide of pavooth whose teeth never stopped shredding through the forest trees. It was in the deserts of Satash, leading the Eorap in unending raids against those that tried to use the desert to travel.
It was even in the kingdom of Maxwell, who was the skull king of necrotic smog. It was in four places, yet only in one truly. This was only part of its strangeness. As it held the power of three courts and three artifacts, its creation had led to the rise of three monster hordes. It was a being that seemed to work in threes, it thought to itself. This was a strange thing, it thought. For all those that it saw and watched nearby, none acted in a specific number, but it did.
This it knew; its name was Updawarra, which was strange, as no one else around had such a name. It supposed it was just another sign of its own uniqueness. The true problem with its name is it wanted it to be known to carry out the task embedded in its very being. As its existence, when broken down, was a simple thing despite all its other complications, and that was its need to be the holy monster it was born to be.
The instincts built into its very existence told it what it was to do. That it should attack at the dawn to tear his enemies apart with its stone teeth and make trophies of its enemies by wearing their corpses pierced with the lance that made up its forehead. Its instincts all but begged it to do this, but it did not. For it was not time, as the one who had made him from the artifacts of the monster gods Arrab, Upath, and Dawth was not ready.
So it watched the making of the necropolis and the two tournaments of both battle and hunt. It watched as new forces of undead might were born, and it knew the time would be soon. As the forces of Maxwell built up, it would have armies of its own, and there were lands nearby that would belong to it. That the very monster whose courts it belonged to demanded it be theirs. Soon enough a crusade would begin—the first monster crusade in the living memory of ancient beings—and it would be glorious.
The monster gods above watched over it. They saw its eagerness to begin in its purpose. They knew soon enough glory would be theirs again, and it had been such a long time since they had had such a thing, but they knew their champion was right, and they would have to wait for the truly great act to begin. They were fine with this, for they had wonders to marvel at the moment such wonderful things were happening that had not happened over thousands of years.
Arrab watched the champion and found himself eager to see the champion begin its holy crusade to carve out a piece of one of the sea for him again, but it was not time yet. So he would wait for the tide that would come and bring about even greater things for him and his own. For now he would be more than fine with the Arowac swarms pillaging and destroying the fleets on the Carsisus Sea.
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It had been so long since the Arowac had been anything other than a fisherman's meal. So to see them bring such terror once more brought him great joy. Though he was concerned, as it stood now, the Arowac relied on their numbers, when in his prime, they relied on their individual strength. Though he longed to return to such days of massive Arowac spearing three warships at once, he knew that those times weren't now.
"Though the day will no doubt come when the swarms will grow into great numbers and old ones will be born on that day a tide of the small and gigantic will threaten all within the sea of Carsisus. He could not wait to see it." Arrab said to himself, and his eagerness grew as power returned to him bit by bit from the Arowac swarm's rampage. Soon enough the time will arrive for him to raise his head once again, and a reckoning shall begin on those that dared claim their waters as their own, and they will know what the punishment for reducing him to a mere shrimp of the ocean would be.
While an old sea monster god grew in power and plotted his revenge. The court he belonged to, the ocean monster court, grew in power as well. A great tide created by the sea monster gods would come about soon enough that would threaten all the sea's of the world. As Arrab dreamed of the sea and grand fleets on his great horn once again, another god was looking to the future brightly as well. Upath, a devourer of the forest, looked down in joy at what the Pavooth were doing.
It had been so long, Upath thought. It had been so long since they had chewed through wood, judging by how they made up for lost times. They were chewing through all the wood; it was so great to see. The wood of spears, arrows, and even bows was chewed through as well as great trees. Oh, how Upath dreamed of his own teeth chewing through a great tree once again.
He could feel them sharpening and growing strong once more. "It will be great to chew again!" Upath said aloud, his voice filled with an odd, childlike joy for a monster god, but it was what made him so loved within his court. The others in the court of forest monster gods were silent, but they were beginning to stir. The more wood chopped by Pavooth, the more power that flew into their court. A time would come for them all to feast in the woods once more, and Upath took a swing back and forth in happiness at the thought.
The third god, the final one who took one of the three artifacts that make up Updawarra, was not as his fellows. Dawth, the monster god of the dawn, was not looking to the future with hope and slowly returning strength; no, he was planning for the future. He was planning even greater raids for Eorape, his thoughts moving like lightning as he came up with and dismantled his own ideas as they grew greater.
"The timing must be perfect, for when a great raid happens at dawn, they will all truly know the time of dawn monsters has returned once more." Dawth said with an eager anticipation, though he also had a bit of weariness in him, as he knew they would return after such a major raid. He would have to make it a truly bountiful raid, for they would need great resources to deal with their return.
So it was that the future moved forward as those above planned as those below. None knowing truly what the future held besides truly great things once more for them and theirs. A truly great time of changing was upon them as the world became one that was far brighter for the monsters and their gods.
