Morathi's atonement

The Lizardmen hold grudges. Not as much as Dwarfs, but they hold grudges.. especially when thousands if not millions of their brood and bloodkin were slaughtered for 12 long years by murderous dark elves, all to please some hag priestess.

And the Hag knew this, she knew that the Slann would all have easily wiped out the entirety of Naggarond had they so pleased.. and so she struck a bargain.

Every year she would come, and she would "sacrifice" two of her kind to the Saurians, not to mention she herself would be tribute to the cold blooded ones for fourty eight hours.

The two elves stepped off the ship, relatively small as it was a simple landing ship, carrying around 100 Dark Elven warriors.

The Witch began stretching her legs, her skin sweaty and firm, her body athletic and somewhat musclebound, her harness loose and seemingly ready to come off, and her loin cloth barely covering her cunt.

"ahhhhhh.. finally off that blasted ship!" The witch said as she basked in the tropical sun's rays, she was enthusiastic, ready to kill and strike and slaughter, eager to shove her knife in someone's neck!

"Calm yourself.. you.. fool" said the Dreadlord as she called for her men to form up.

In stark contrast to the witch, the dreadlord was prim and proper as a noble shalt be, her tight armor covering most her skin and her face covered by a helmet and mask in the shape of a skull, her pale white skin and silver her casting a shadow on each other.

Unlike the witch, the Dreadlord was orderly and disciplined, her eyebags would tell you of her countless battles her sleepless nights of strategy and planning, here tiresome breath from shouting orders all day and her blade dull from every head she had cut off.

And finally came down the Hag queen herself, her slender body oily and sweaty from the tropical sun, her purple skin reflecting light all around and her, her slender frame and long legs touched by the tropical air her ome breasts covered by a scantily clad bikini, while her other hanged out in the wind, tight.. hard.. her cunt covered only by an oddly professionally made loincloth, huge bush of unkempt hair held together by a dazzling crown.

"Stand down you two" she said as she strut by them. "Do not kill each other, this mission is very important.." she said with an slutty smirk across her face.

The two elves bowed in obedience, for they "trusted" their Hag queen.. and soon that would lead to their downfall.