"huekekeke I won I won I won I beat them into submission huekekeke..." the small creature was cackling to itself as it scavenged among the rubble. Noticing another black puddle, its precious treasure, it quickly scurried over and began consuming the oily substance, carrying large globs of the stuff into its gaping maw with its malnourished, crooked arms. With each gulp, the jet black spiral horn on its head, its most prominent feature, pulsed grotesquely and emmited puffs of black smoke, which dissipated into the air above it.

"interesting, isn't it?" spoke the Sanallite, sitting on a large marble piece of debry that ended at one of the cracked walls of the ruined hall.
Taking a puff from his cigarette, he glanced over to his companion sitting on his right, a large man in full, vaguely Roman styled armor. His helmet moved slightly, casting a side glance at him. "you two are not that different," he said with a deep voice, pointing to the cigarette.
"Heh, guess you're not wrong," he chuckled, taking one last puff before dropping it into another black puddle of that oily substance, extinguishing it.

For a while, the two men simply observed the small creature, before the Sanallite spoke again.
"Do you think I can-"
"No. You cannot tame it."
"Oh just interrup-"
"It and the Storm that brought it here are not entities of this world. The Storm is a pataphysical entity that manifests itself anywhere where strong human emotions are felt. It feeds off of those emotions and grows ever larger, raining down the black oily rain known as Drma. the small creatures follow the Storm, consuming it's excrement, and in turn creating that black smoke, called Baa'it. In such a way, they feed off of eachother, creating a loop which only created more death and destruction, as seen here. They cannot be tamed or reasoned with, much less defeated, unless the people themselves control their emotions. As for the creatures themselves, they are called Stormchasers, or as some ancient tribes called them, the Lekers. They are also...what is it?"
The old man stared at the Sanallite, who was looking at him, mouth open and eyes wide. After collecting himself, the awestruck man stammered.
"N-nothing, I just. I just don't think I-well I don't think I ever heard you speak this much. Hey, maybe we should rename you to expositi-"
"HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED HERE?"
"Jesas, everyone interrupting me today..."

the voice came from their right, where three men just entered the room, closing the large mahogany door behind them. Leading the group was a tall, skinny, hairless man, almost looking like a corpse, except moving, unlike most of them. Following him was what seemed to be a weird breed of a human and opossum, with what looked like a small bush following last.

"Hey yo, what's up guys?" The Sanallite hailed at the group. The three men, after noticing them, slowly made their way across the rubble.
"So uh....yea, what happened here, bro?" Said the pale man, while slightly slipping on one of the puddles.
"I don't know, I was taking a smoke break and when I came back this place was wasted."
"Huh. And where are the others?"Asked the Opossum fusion, following right behind the skeleton.
"In there," the Sanallite replied, pointing to the large blast door on the other side of the hall. The phrase "Only for TRUE patriots!" was spraypained on it in yellow.
"Ironic name," the skin-walker remarked. "Anyway, what are you up to?"
"I know right. Eh, I don't know, I'm kinda jumping from thing to thing right now, not really decided on anything. What about you guys?"
"We're going up into space! And we're gonna have huge mech battles!" the opossum creature chirped, happily jumping in place.
"Yea, what he said," the white sheet of bones and skin replied while trying to hold the bouncing possum boy in place.
"Oh, and I'm also joining them, just gotta finish some things up down here first," the Bush squeebed on the side.
"Nice, nice. Might join you guys later, got some stuff that needs fixing down here as well, although that might take me another 3 years with my work ethic," said the Sanallite while getting up from his stony seat. "What about you, old man?"
"Hmmm," spoke the armored elder. "Tell me more about these "mech" young one."
"HAH you even got the fossil interested!" the spaceman laughed as he patted the possum creature on the head. Waving the group a goodbye, he departed for the same door they came out of, the entrance to the grand library.
Passing through it, he was welcomed with a dimly lit corridor and a heavy smell of books.
"Alright you lazy fuck, it's time you got back to work."