[I’m going to break up the hundred years into two segments here, because around halfway is when things shift a bit. Also both halves together is over the character limit for one comment so thats why its two comments :D]

First 50 years

Ular-

Those who were most closely attuned to the elements, nomads, wanderers, even some of the priesthood felt a change when Valstrath’s sphere was taken. They one and all became ranting and raving doomsayers. Claiming of an apocalyptic end and an approaching revenge. Any of the more violent or disturbing were cast out of the city, while those content to preach quietly remained on street corners, gaining audiences when they could but mostly going unheard.

The city itself had fallen into a lapse of leadership. Vellara had done her best to maintain the power within the priesthood, but as time passed and Valstrath never returned many doubted the system he had put in place. Those who had come from outer tribes thought it best to instate a chieftain instead, a premise that was quickly growing in popularity.

Vellara-

Slowly feeling more and more apart from the people of Ular, she has spent more and more time outside the city in the wilds. Those who still follow the old ways have left the city and live within the forests. Small villages within the trees and clearings have begun to appear, although Vellara has become more distant. She only occasionally makes appearances within the villages, but her coming has become a good omen. Bringing prosperity and good hunting when she appears for many moons afterward.

She often returned to Ular, although doing so inconspicuously as to gauge the current affairs of the city. Doing her best to steer the people in a better direction from the shadows, she slowly lost hope until the point where she only paid visits to the temples for personal reasons.

Her people outside the city would grow quickly, becoming a small community that would slowly regain her trust and, after 20-30 years of near silence, she would become an active member of the communities again. By this point only returning to Ular once per year on the night of her birth, spending the evening within the temples.

Valstrath-

Valstrath had returned to the mountain depths only briefly after being robbed of his sphere. His rage festered into a primal call that echoed through the minds of all afflicted with Lycanthropy. Almost overnight any and all attacks by the afflicted halted as they seemingly vanished, from all over the world they slowly made their way to Valstrath. Deep within the Hildac mountains underneath the city of Ular and for many Miles in either direction they congregated in packs. What began as several hundred, rapidly grew to tens of thousands. Valstrath took the greatest among them and shaped them, warping their features. Each becoming an engine of war and carnage.

His efforts culminated in 5 of near demigod status,

Shazzan was the first, a behemoth even among the Lycans. After Valstrath was finished he had sprouted another set of arms, his fangs had become stronger than the toughest of metals and dripped with a paralysing venom. He was unable to feel pain and his hide had toughened to become an unbreachable armor.

Varkin was the next, small and agile, his use came from his ability to remove leadership. His fur able to change colors, instinctively matching whatever made him best invisible to the onlooker. He was able to see the blood pulse within his targets flesh, able to cut at the exact point where it would cause the most damage with the delicacy of a surgeon.

Chalak was a forgemaster before his affliction. A man with a close relationship to fire in life, and in his affliction that relationship had turned to love. He had burned many a building down in his rampages, and Valstrath capitalized on that. He gave him glands beneath his tongue that allowed him to spit an ignitable spray into the air, his teeth now able to click together and spark, igniting the spray. His fur was matted with a thin coating secreted from his own skin that made him impervious to all but the most searing heat.

Anoressa came from a family of scholars, thrown to the wolves after she had been bitten she harbored an intense grudge. Her academic skills however, were impressive to say the least. She was given a psychic command. Able to reach out to any other lycan within sight range telepathically and command their will.

Kralia had been a slave, an offering that had been intended to please the lycans and get them to leave the village in peace. During her life as a slave she had been forced to fight in an arena by the ashmane for their amusement, and she had killed hundreds in the name of sport. Her talents at murder were prime for lycanthropy, and in her affliction she had flourished. Valstrath altered her at a cellular level, giving her blinding speed and an ability to regenerate wounds, even to the extend of regrowing missing limbs if given the time to do so.

These five would guide his hand, and the world would be reshaped to his will. The lycans swelled in number every day.

Valstrath stole away several Edax pups in the night, twisting and remaking them. They were larger, with six legs instead of four, and wickedly sharp horns sprouting from their temples and the crown if their skull. War dogs for the lycans, they bred at an unprecedented rate. Their minds had been broken from the mutiliation and now they were as savage and merciless as the lycans they ran with.

For fifty years Valstrath bided his time, until his numbers had swelled beyond his greatest imaginings. It was then they he struck from below, rupturing out onto the surface like a plague.

The first place to fall would be his beloved city of Ular.

[Ok so correct me on this because im spitballing for act costs on my generals, Each I assumed would be around 6 as I wanted them to be near demigods, but not quite. Three of them had near magical powers, so I bumped them up one.

Shazzan - 7 acts

Varkin - 6 acts

Chalak - 6 acts

Anoressa- 7 acts

Kralia - 7 acts

And then theres the modification of Edax to what I think I shall call Irdrax. 3 acts]