Revenge. Hunger. Meat. Blood.

It was all so clear to Sir Giles now.

It took him scant few hours to return to the mushroom man. He breathlessly explained that his companions went mad when confronted by the exterminators over the poached job. A battle ensued, and his former companions detonated the contents of the poison tank from afar, killing the lot.

The ever-noble Sir Giles was outraged, but found himself ostracized for his trouble.  Seeing his own life imperiled, he fled to the nearest safe place he'd been -- Ruck's shop.

This story, enhanced by the exaggerations of the naive shopkeep, was reported to the nearest authorities through the proper channels a few hours later.  Entranced by Sir Giles's tale and backed by a reliable witness, of sorts, it was agreed that a guard detail would be deployed to investigate the scene of the alleged crime.

Good. The stacking of the deck begins. Now to find the nearest Mid'riel camp. It's time to reclaim my throne.

And continue the blessings.
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In reply to Giles Thistleworth (msg # 1):

It took even less time to find his way back to his children than he expected.  To Giles's unending delight, the men who greeted him recognized their sire immediately and welcomed him warmly.

How good it is to finally be back amongst friends.

Leading this group back to Mid’riel, he arrived to find his empire largely unchanged. The Blackarms led a proud Giles into Mid’riel’s antechamber, where Lukas and his allies were gathered. A battle seemed imminent until a defiant Giles strode sternly into midst of the Bluebands and embraced Lukas in a bear hug that lifted him off his feet.

While not one of his children, Lukas understood the meaning of a powerful ally and a blunt object better than most who wield the arcane. The recently ascendant Chief viewed Mid’riel as little more than a chaotic assemblage of men and women whose sole purposes were to provide artifacts and magical mysteries to be solved.

This was a service Sir Giles needed as well, and he was all too happy to allow Lukas to continue his reign over both the mages and the city-state's more magical activities. A council of two was formed, and with it, Giles leadership of Mid’riel was restored.

Giles told his tale to the whole of Mid’riel, omitting tactical bits of information where required, but failing at no point to emphasize the critical piece of his story -- the Feyic Vault had been opened by the boy, and left with its defenses weakened while the foolish heroes gallivanted off with the fallen druid.

Lukas’s squeals of delight during Giles’s harrowing tale foretold the obvious.  Soon, Lukas, Giles, and a hand-picked team of Bluebands and Blackarms would be heading to to relieve the Vault of whatever treasures might be hidden therein.  Preparation and departure were almost immediate, but not so swift as to prevent Giles from bestowing his gift to a smattering of new Blackarms and a single critical Blueband he knew to be accompanying Lukas to the vault.

As the full moon grew nearer, Giles paused for a moment of uncertainty.  Many of his children had yet to turn, and he wondered what the future might hold once they experienced the full measure of his gift.

So many children to feed, and so few heroes to feed them.

No matter. Soon all the countryside would know the blessing of Sir Giles Thistleworth, and the true burden of heroism.

But Boreas, Boreas belonged to Giles.

“To the Vault. Let no man or woman stand in your way, but the Warlock with the glowing eye, belongs to me! FOR GLORY! FOR MID’RIEL!”
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