State of Siege

by Jet556

Wilusa is under siege by the Labinnac hordes and this siege will not be finished in a matter of days. Armed with crossbows and with cannons from Mumm-Ra on the way, the Labinnac dream of doing all kind of evil things to the Wilusans. They care nothing for honour or if they turn battle into butchery. All that they look forward too is the kind of atrocities they live to carry out.

1. Aggressors

Welcome everyone. A new story and this one set during the Siege of Wilusa as you might have guessed from the title. Enjoy and review.

Aggressors

Bestrewed, befouled, crumbling, built on the remains of an older Wilusa with bits of roof protruding out of the earth and pieces of ancient bronzes lying around. This was the Labinnac camp.

Corruption, lechery, contagion, barbarity, turpitude these were just a few of the characteristics of the Labinnac besides cannibalism. The clan of the High Warlord, the Labinnac equivalent of the Chieftain of Evabon and King of Thundera, who were descended from their arch creator the Devilry Lord were more of what the Labinnac considered to be the epitomes of morality and benevolence whatever that might have been otherwise they were just as much living embodiments of lechery, contagion and turpitude. That incest born clan that inbred to keep mortal from adulterating the angelic ancestry looked different from the lesser Labinnac. In fact, they bore a strange resemblance to Mumm-Ra. The current High Warlord, Tethadam, was dead and mummified with his husk being kept in the Fane of the Devilry Lord. The mummification had only enhanced the resemblance to Mumm-Ra. Succession was rather confusing as it continuously alternated from father to son, from brother to brother, from nephew to uncle, from father-in-law to son-in-law and then after that it started back with from father to son. If something was missing from the equation it was usually skipped. Tethadam had succeeded his brother Theoadam so his own successor would be his uncle Ptah.

The Labinnac could in no way be called civilized. Any savage could wear the civilized mask just as any civilized person could wear the savage mask. The state of Labinnac settlements are something best left for another story, the story of the ThunderCats' visit to Karthage, the Labinnac capital.

"When morning comes we'll run straight into them!" exclaimed a Labinnac playing dice by himself. "The Devilry Lord himself has returned all of the world shall be bent to our will. No one will ever drive us into the—"

"Be silent you spear-fingered old fool!" A half-asleep Labinnac resting his head on a rock sat up. "It's bad enough I'm missing the coronation of the High Warlord but you prattling on while I'm trying to sleep will drive me into my fifth rage this night!"

"Save it, both of you!" A heavily scarred Labinnac jumped from out of a tent brandishing a flail. "If I hear any more from either of you I will remove your noses, ears and lips and force feed them to you!"

The other two Labinnac both flinched in horror. They may have been cannibalistic but to eat their own flesh was an unspeakable evil in their eyes. The threat had served its purpose and they both saved their words to each other for another time.