With Sky Martian increasing their attacks of human settlements it's about time we see another report on their activities.
The initial set up. The red 'glow' is the after effects of the dawn sandstorm, one of the Sky Martians tactics is to attack just as dawn is breaking...
The rail encampment. Unfortunately the crew for the heavy gun have been delayed, their whereabouts unknown...
The first Martian moves 'The head spikes of the Naakatan'.
The view towards the barricades, civilians finally realise the danger and rush for the train.
The sandstorm continues and the situation does not look good for the humans.
A slight break in the sandstorms shows a concentrated rush with the Martians in amongst the humans killing left, right and centre.
The blue humans try to defend the camp but are slowly taken out one by one.
A few Martian casualties causes them to back of and regroup but another sandstorm is on the way. Enough damage has been done though...
The train and it's inhabitants makes a very slow getaway to report on the damage done.
This of course is only a taster of what is to come...
WAR ON MARS!!!
Mars is dying...
Mars is dying...
Not through fault or neglect or wicked reason, not even because of the Gods; though some would say this is so. Mars is dying because it is old.
For time beyond count, our world has floated with the orb of the sun god, basking in the everwarmth that it provides, the Martian brothers sailing around giving constant company.
The Ancients warned the death of Mars might be so. Long, long ago; before the Storm. It is said the Storm lasted for an age or more: I for one, do not believe this to be true even though the clan elders warn me against foolish words.
There are still some Ancient writings in the deep deserts for those who wish to learn and are willing to brave sandstorms and the creatures that live there. Most of our knowledge from before the Storm comes from stories told around the clan fires, told again and again, embellished ever so lightly with each clan teller so who knows what is true and what is not.
With each storm season, the Ancient houses and temples disappear and reappear so fast that is easy to loose them completely, Gods know how large their cites were or what final secrets they contain. Three whole clans have been lost searching for the chief city with no sign or call from them these long years past.
But now we have new troubles and concerns. The Earthers have come to Mars: to steal and pillage what they can and to take it away to their blue world. Curse them to the Gods! They have no right, no honour and no need to be here. Like parasites they come here destroying whatever they touch and leaving mayhem in their wake.
They must be sent back across the sky ocean to their blue world.
They must be stopped.
It must happen now!
Not through fault or neglect or wicked reason, not even because of the Gods; though some would say this is so. Mars is dying because it is old.
For time beyond count, our world has floated with the orb of the sun god, basking in the everwarmth that it provides, the Martian brothers sailing around giving constant company.
The Ancients warned the death of Mars might be so. Long, long ago; before the Storm. It is said the Storm lasted for an age or more: I for one, do not believe this to be true even though the clan elders warn me against foolish words.
There are still some Ancient writings in the deep deserts for those who wish to learn and are willing to brave sandstorms and the creatures that live there. Most of our knowledge from before the Storm comes from stories told around the clan fires, told again and again, embellished ever so lightly with each clan teller so who knows what is true and what is not.
With each storm season, the Ancient houses and temples disappear and reappear so fast that is easy to loose them completely, Gods know how large their cites were or what final secrets they contain. Three whole clans have been lost searching for the chief city with no sign or call from them these long years past.
But now we have new troubles and concerns. The Earthers have come to Mars: to steal and pillage what they can and to take it away to their blue world. Curse them to the Gods! They have no right, no honour and no need to be here. Like parasites they come here destroying whatever they touch and leaving mayhem in their wake.
They must be sent back across the sky ocean to their blue world.
They must be stopped.
It must happen now!
Again very inspiring pictures!!
ReplyDeleteA most enjoyable game was had :-)
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