Kingdom of Power, of Courage, and of Wisdom

Majora's War - Monsters of Joket

-Ruins of Joket, Western Qin-

-Ghiradrim-

Ghiradrim stood under the alien sun of Din and looked out over the plains of the battlefield. Behind him was fire and flame. Before him were monsters fighting forces of Qin. He hummed in amusement.

"The Qin are faring better than I expected."

"Is that a problem?" His companion asked.

Beside Ghirradrim stood his, well he wanted to say 'friend', but they were not friends. What were they? Comrades? Pratners? No, all of that would imply equality and they were the furthest thing from equals. The huma Satakarta stood beside him shaking like a leaf in part fear, part anticipation, and all nerves. Rather he was a mortal to whom Ghiradrim made a deal with for mutual benefit. Satakarta would get what he needed, but Ghiradrim would benefit from it all the more. Did that make Satakarta a customer? Not really, Ghiradrim was in control. Satakarta had sold his soul to the devil, so to speak. When Ghiradrim was done with him he would toss him aside.

Slave. Ghirradrim stood beside his slave.

Ghirradrim looked to his slave and smiled with many teeth, "Yes. It is a problem, but not a dire one. Problems such as this merely demands a hint of blood on my part." Ghirradrim extended his hand, his spiderly fingers reaching towards his slave. "Your knife, if you will?"

"I think you mean 'effort', not blood, right?" Satakarta passed his master the knife. He gulped, seemingly afraid of what he would do with said knife.

Ghirradrim applied the knife to his open palm, "No. I mean blood." He cut his hand. He relished in the pain briefly, but focused on its purpose. Black blood drizzled from the open wound and fell from his hand. Clenching his fist, he dug his sharp fingers into the wound to bleed it until his hand was pouring black blood without end.

The blood fell to the ground, but did not sink into it. The ground crumbled, collected, sizzled, and grew on impact with the blood. It expanded, it collected, and it grew. It drew itself up. Eyes opened on its surface, and it bellowed its rage. Hundreds of twilight grew from the ground, soon to be thousands.

Not yet satisfied, Ghirradrim pointed his bleeding hand towards the bodies of the fallen spider monster and released a small arrow of blood. As soon as the blood made contact with the body, the body started to desolve and more Twilight arose from its corpse, screaming their birth pains and hunger against a reality utterly alien to them.

With nothing but a thought, Ghirradrim directed all to fight.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a horn. Casting his eyes west, Ghirradrim smiled. At the helm of a small army was a man with flaming hair.

"About time," Ghiradrim turned to his slave. "You know to do."

-Ganondorf Dragmire-

Ganon and his hunting party crossed the plains of Qin where it bordered with Majora and onward to his holding of Joket. The walled city was lit with flame and smoke billowed skyward in great dark towers. In the distance on a hill stood an army with Qin flags. The Qin stood in defensive formations with hastily made wooden-fortifications. The occassional Fae stood in their ranks as towering men of wood and stone.

All around the Qin army and the ruins of Joket were massive beasts and legions of smaller Twilight beasts. The beasts poked in at the men's defenses for prey and weakness before scurrying back out of reach of their spears, or hunted straglers on the country side the Qin could not save. Teams of Qin horsemen rode the plains fighting the beasts as best they could, but were sent scurrying away more often than not against the beasts superior strength and thick hides.