In a dimly lightened room sat a lonely looking boy, his head buried in a large Tome. This ornate book, bound in white hide and inlaid with Gold and precious gems was but one of many that filled the groaning bookshelves that surrounded him. Shadows danced as the boy’s reading candle wistfully flickered in the light breeze. The boy, still unaware that night had fallen read with a passion that most of his the elders did not possess.

The Tome’s, each dedicated to a single Aldaran race, each thousands of years old, some nearly empty, others full to overflowing. But it was this particular Tome and only this Tome possessed the boy as had no other. Although only twelve summers of age, the boy looked older in face, much older than his actual age. He had been studying these books since he was five and he would study them daily for the rest of his life. Such was the bane of being a candidate for the position of “High Altern” of Tremorin. For longer than any Tremorin could remember, their leader was elected only on their ability to recite the content of these ancient Tomes.

The boy turned yet another page of the Tome, his eyes gliding over the words in a frenzy of excitement and fear. For this was the oldest of the Tomes, this was “Tremorin’s Bane”, this was the “SKARG”.

The more the boy read, the more his excitement grew, fuelling his fear, his heart now racing. The accounts of heroic battles, of wars, of the near extermination of the Tremorin people. Anger now joined the fray; fury passionately burned within the young boy’s heart. The Tome although the same size as all the others in the library was nearly empty in comparison to most. The facts contained in the book were sketchy at best, but there was enough evidence to gather an overall picture of the Skarg as a race.

The Skarg, an ancient race first seen nearly 5,000 years ago live underground and only surface to raid or to feed. So powerful were the Skarg back then that they nearly managed to completely wipe out the Tremorin people.

The actual origin of the Skarg is unknown but as far as anyone can gather nearly 90% of the Skarg are either Orcs or Trolls, with only the upper ruling class being actually true Skarg. The Orcs though are different, vastly different from normal Orcs. They have been with the Skarg so long now they suffer from an unnerving loyalty to the true Skarg and now class themselves as Skarg not Orcs. Other strange races are also present but in very few numbers.

Now each Skarg hive is made up of several Minor Tunnel Lords and the overall hive leader, the “Cave House Lord”. The priestesses, “High Sighters” are the Skarg version of magic wielders, and there acolytes their apprentices. A “High Sighter” is the highest rank a female Skarg can attain. A “High Sighter” can be a perilous occupation as each Tunnel lord constantly fights to gain control of the hive but rarely moves unless advised by their own “High Sighters”. The wrong advice can spell victory or death for the whole clan. It is not unknown for “High Sighters” to be executed for giving the Tunnel lord bad information. The “High Sighters” as they grow in power require bodyguards, for this they choose a Skarg faction called “Memus”. These “Memus” are bred to kill and will gladly die for their mistress. Unquestioning loyalty is what the Memus are known for, that and their lust for the kill.

The Skarg are known to be voracious carnivores, it is not unusual for a Minor Tunnel clan to be butchered if food is in short supply. Very few actual details are available as few human captors survive with any real knowledge of the Skarg and their habits.

For thousands of years Tremorin has gathered information on every race it has come across, by any means at their disposal, so facts do become apparent over time. It is known by only a few that the Skarg are widespread over most of Aldara but few individual countries are aware of the threat. Tremorin has a whole isolated tribe of humans, born and bread for one purpose only, the gathering of information. So for untold years Tremorin has sent forth its seekers (Spies) to every corner of the world and so information flows constantly into Tremorin. From that the Tremorin’s have been able to discern that the Skarg travel underground using the huge network of tunnels created 5,000 years ago. With the aid of the Trolls and some dwarfs new tunnels are constantly excavated. The hives in the main seem to be centred within mountains and peaks but always near a place of power. For example in Tremorin lie Idol Stones, rings of stones with ancient runes inscribed on them and for each set of idol Stones there is at least one or more Skarg hives nearby.

Tremorin is a dangerous place to wander or settle. Many tales exist of small towns disappearing virtually overnight and of caravans never reaching their destinations. But the most alarming part of the Skarg is they leave no trace, no trace of themselves or their victims. When a village is taken there is nothing left, no bodies but worse than that, no buildings either. The village is stripped clean, only the marks of the buildings remain, all physical trace of the village is eliminated.

Some reports of Skarg activity indicate that they deal in human slaves but information regarding this is not conclusive. Too much is still unknown about the Skarg but the best guess is that after a raid some of the survivors are sold off or traded,. But to whom or for what purpose is not clear. But what is known is that the Skarg although brutal are extremely intelligent and well organised. As for a religion this is not known but the belief that some form of worship is present in Skarg society is the general consensus.

It is fervently hoped by the Tremorin’s that the individual Skarg Hives never unite, for if they do, they are so numerous that they will create a worldwide reign of terror and butchery unheard of in all Aldaran history.

So the boy steadfastly reads on, his brow furrows even more as he comes across a strange drawing of a monstrous figure, “Bromil” is the heading.

“Bromil”, known assassin’s of the Skarg, human like in body but with the head of a monster, ferocious in nature and skilled fighters. There are two types of “Bromil”, normal and winged.

Below the brief description is a simple drawing, the boy slowly hovers his left hand over the drawing. On his left hand he wears the traditional Tremorin hand jewellery the “Lying Eye”. An intricately carved piece of iron that lightly covers the top of his hand, stretching around his wrist before passing delicately over his palm. A single green stone is imbedded on a web like filament that gently presses the stone into his palm, the stone a real Tremorin “Seeing Stone”. The Tremorin “Lying Eye” is worn by most Tremorin’s but it is very rare to have a real “Seeing Stone” fitted, most are just paste replicas.

The boy shivers as he slowly rests his left hand upon the drawing of the “Bromil”. Sharply his head snaps back in shock as a lifelike picture of the Bromil bursts into the young boys mind. His mind reels as the detailed image of a “Bromil” sears itself into the poor young boys mind. The image is so clear and detailed that he has to force himself to raise his hand releasing himself from the horror.

An unearthly noise extinguishes the candle.

As far as my Mail-A-Pult is concerned, the straightness principle is applied to the ropes, so that you pull the ropes out of straightness, and then release in order to hurl the mail to it's intended recipient.

Adding some sort of mobility addon, like wheels is a good idea, but not strictly necessary. However if you leave out this part, take special care as to where you build the Mail-A-Pult, 'cause it gets mighty heavy and difficult to move.

Note that for single letters some kind of attached weight is required to counteract the poor aerodynamics properties of the traditional envelope.

With just a small modification, the Mail-A-Pult can be converted into a Sheep Relocator Machine.