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RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace.

Posted by The EmpressFor group archive 5
The Empress
GM, 363 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Wed 16 Jan 2019
at 08:40
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RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Realm: Black Thrace

Blessed with a mild climate, Black Thrace is a broken realm, filled with chasms and gorges, steep hills and tall peaks, cold springs and boiling mud. Within these nestle hidden valleys, dark forests and rich fertile lands said to be the byblow of a series of volcanic eruptions. Deer are plentiful, together with partially domesticated mountain goats and sheep, preyed on by elusive and rarely-seen wolves. Birds of all kinds are common, with several species of owls, crows and finches known. Rumours of fire drakes, wyverns, harpies and burrowers of several kinds are commonplace in the more broken lands.

Several significant Tellurii settlements and places of repute exist:
Albor Valley - Large village boasting a silver mine and herds of riding ibex
The Magma Fields - Lattice of chasms ribboned with magma and hot springs in a high mountain valley
Forgerun - Small isolated forge, where Ulfur first appeared

People: Tellurii (or singular, Telluran)

Literally the 'people of the earth', the Tellurii are swarthy and broad-shouldered humans - thick-limbed, well-thewed, and covered in coarse black hair. They are short, standing perhaps five foot on average, slow to anger and consider themselves civilised. With the mild climate pervasive throughout Black Thrace, they are typically found in light undyed cotton tunics and sandals. Their society is one based on law, debate and merit - though those who live in the mountains are considering more bellicose and warlike, though perhaps still more civilised than true barbarians. Family groups are polygamous, with extended family groupings common and great stead given to the wealth of the earth - metals, timber, herbs, hides, horn and seeds

As a society the Tellurii are transitioning from hunter-gatherers to farmers and herders, living in small villages centred round an enclosed paddock, where they keep such livestock or crops as they have tamed - though this is supplemented by hunting and gathering and they are known to cultivate semi-wild gathering places, take care of the forests and take only what they need. Larger villages are often centred round a mineshaft or cave entrance, with two or three smaller paddock 'centres'
The Empress
GM, 364 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Wed 16 Jan 2019
at 08:47
  • msg #2

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Ulfur awoke with a growl, within a deep cave that smelled of bear.

A large shape temporarily blocked the light that reached this far down from the mouth of the cave, and the grizzly shambled past you, giving your head a lick before settling down beside you.

This wasn't the first time you'd blacked out and woken up next to a strange . . .  woman, but it did count pretty up there for weirdest.

You actually couldn't remember anything at all of what happened last night. Or the night before that.

You remembered running with wolves, eating the raw heart of a buck. What a strange, if . . . right-feeling dream.

As if from far away, you remembered - you were at the Buoy, with many other strange beings. Ah, so that was the taste in your mouth - mead.
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Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 1 post
Wed 16 Jan 2019
at 17:34
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RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Stretching carefully, Ulfur cradled his head even as he wondered whether he had drunk the mead or whether he had a hangover from a dream, which would definitely make this the strangest blackout of all time. He could taste the blood and honey, but memory was a fickle thing unlike the reassuring solidity of the mountains within which he called home

Reassured by the bear's affable nature, he lent carefully against its bulk, feeling the solid pack of muscle beneath it's coarse hair and patting one flank. Perhaps, he considered - thinking of his sore head - it could be persuaded to return him home? Saying nothing, he remained there for a time, dozing.

As he shifted in his half-sleep, the cave floor beneath him worked itself into a more comfortable couch

[Private to GM: Activate his Minor Power, Earthmold/Silverhand]
The Empress
GM, 375 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Thu 17 Jan 2019
at 09:21
  • msg #4

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Sunlight burned Ulfur's eyes awake. He was sprawled over the back of the affable bear, which had sensed his divine intention and began taking him to the isolated forge he called home.

Mia - your housekeep and cook - and Oskar, the steady-handed young man who had spent the last couple months irritating you sufficiently to start teaching to forge as you did, greeted you as the bear shrugged you to the ground. Your crafts were famous - godsteel was ever-sharp, nigh unbreakable, and beautifully engraved with your personal rune. Perhaps it was the present extent of your prowess with runic magic, but no mortal could hope to surpass you.

Except this twerp, Oskar, who had it in his head that you'd die eventually and he'd be the heir to your legacy. Nevermind that you were pushing ninety and still as spry as your eighteenth winter.

As Mia tossed a fish to the bear, she put her hands on her hips. "If you would halt spending all your coin on drink and feasting for just a moon, perhaps we'd have a nicer place, huh? I can't put another patch on these trousers, there won't be any trouser left! Why do you even buy the best meat if you just wolf it down anyway?"

Oskar was much more brief. "Forge is hot. You sober enough to work, old man?"
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Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 4 posts
Thu 17 Jan 2019
at 16:48
  • msg #5

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

"Hush now, Mistress", grumbled Ulfur, still sleep-addled. Reapers and shades and imposing steel-men filled his mind, awash as it was with running wolves; it wasn't helped by the housekeeper's choice of idiom regards his habits, itself recalling to his mind the rush of blood as he took down the buck. Not him, the other one, the wolf-Ulfur. He shook his head, clearing sleep from it, "Hush now. The forge keeps itself, and I keep a roof over our head and food on the table"

Ambling towards the forge, he scratched at the back of his neck, then turned back suddenly, "See if we've some honey for the bear, too, Mistress. Perhaps it's time to teach this boy a thing or two"

With that he ducked inside the forge, "Bring iron and charcoal, Oskar; I've got a mind to try for a great-helm today! Perhaps a brace of knives"

[Private to GM: Forging a wolf-visaged helm, complete with antlers; he is minded to experiment with some runes too, but that would be on the daggers. Can he imbue Oskar with some of his knowledge or talent innately? i.e. God-Touched?]
The Empress
GM, 395 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Fri 18 Jan 2019
at 22:30
  • msg #6

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Mia harrumphed, then went inside for a spell before bringing out wide-mouthed honey-pot. She sat the pot down before the grizzly, which snuffed at it before proceeding to delicately lick it clean. Mia scratched the massive animal behind its ears. "Why you find him so charming I'll never know. He smells like a musk and dirt most of the time."

With a pat on the back, you felt divine power flow from you, an Oskar was God-Touched.-50 Souls.

As he fetched the materials and you stoked the forge, you began your work, starting by making a fresh pair of tongs - one of the first things any blacksmith mastered.

So began a week of constant labor, with Oskar at your side every step of the day, and Mia bringing you simple food - bread, cheese - and water.

On the final day, while Oskar was oiling and polishing one of the dirks, Mia brought you a treat - venison stew, with potatoes, carrot, leek, and celery. "I made sure to crack the bones and use 'em to flavor the broth like you like. You're the only man with such an affection for the taste of marrow, I swear."

She examined the great-helm. "Fine work, but it'll be tough to find a buyer in the village. We'll need to travel a ways to a bigger settlement to find a nobleman or captain with the coin for this."

Oskar: +50% toward Level 1 Blacksmithing, +30% towards Runic Magic at 0.
You advance +10% in both, as your hands seem to remember the knowledge of your dream-self.

Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 5 posts
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 09:55
  • msg #7

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Nodding at the woman's words, Ulfur considered them as he scratched at an armpit; he was pleased with his works and the excuse that it provided to travel: perhaps it was time to visit the Albor Valley once more - certainly, he felt a need to handle silver once more. He took the bowl of stew, savouring the richness of the meal as he thought, his motions delicate and almost dainty.

Around the forge, the wind whispered through the pines; his home was peaceful, sedate, the babble of the river a welcome voice in a chorus made up of birdsong and leaves and the brooding silence of the mountains.

Yes, he was ready to wander. For a time, at least

He finished the stew, placed the bowl on the table and considered the great-helm he had made: it had a lupine cast, two stag-like antlers, a memory of a dream. It would need a great-captain to wear it, a battle-commander; the daggers were the same, glinting with his first dabblings beyond his godrune. He wiped his hands on his apron, then hefted each of them in turn, trying to understand where they might differ in weight and balance, tested their edges. They would do.

Satisfied, he stood, then gathered tools and a traveling-anvil, his hammer and his axe. Collected the helm and the daggers in a pack, together with a bodyweight of steel wire, to make it to links and then mail as he sat by the fire at night.

"Remain here, apprentice", he called out to Oskar, pleased with the progress the young man had made, "Make more daggers. Practise. Feed the bear."

And with that, he set his feet up the road
The Empress
GM, 435 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sun 20 Jan 2019
at 08:53
  • msg #8

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Someday, he's really have to invest in a horse, or a mule, or something. It just . . . something in always thought he could run as fast as any horse. He was fit, but couldn't shake the feeling that he shouldn't need a mount to get where he wanted to go.

He got about halfway down from the mountain where Forgerun was situated and was on a deserted stretch of side road that forded the Albor River; Albor Valley was a ways down after the ford, and was just visible, nestled into the foothills near the silver mine.

Ulfur's senses picked up that he wasn't alone.

Three strange men, a creature, and a woman. They didn't look like anyone he'd ever seen, and they'd didn't look like each other, either - one was white haired with silvery skin, another looked like a wizened corpse wrapped in shadow, a third was - well, not exactly a man, but a tiny winged person that seemed male, somehow.

The last two actually looked pretty normal, though the man was dressed in blackened armor that didn't have the right weight to be steel, and stank of sulfur.

Lastly, there was the woman, who you immediately knew was the only Telluran of the group.

It was if one moment, there had been a thicket of trees, and the next, here were these misfits.

The Telluran woman spoke first. "That's my god, Ulfur. Wound him, but leave him unconscious. If he won't free us from the Pantheon's tithe, I will."

Ulfur had about twenty seconds to react to their appearance before the violence would start.
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:54, Sun 20 Jan 2019.
Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 6 posts
Sun 20 Jan 2019
at 10:32
  • msg #9

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

"Tithe?!", shouted Ulfur, full of ire at the words of one of the mountain-folk. He stepped forward, hands gripping hammer and axe angrily, "What in the bloody valleys are you talking about?"

Behind them suddenly, a mighty boom preceded an explosion of earth and wind, intended to throw them from their feet and towards him. At its epicentre, the afternoon air began to shimmer with heat and the glow of magma could be see spilling slowly to form a crescent behind them
The Empress
GM, 444 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sun 20 Jan 2019
at 23:07
  • msg #10

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

The powerful wind knocked all but the corpse-like man towards you - he seemed to fade from tangibility for a moment -

the he slipped on a bit of loose shale and fell backwards into the magma. He screamed like a banshee as he was burned alive.

The Telluran woman spun from where she had fallen. "Holy shit! Kral! No!"

Kral's screams were cut short as he sank into the lava, his charred body so much carbon.

She spun back to you. "He was a hero! He escaped the bondage of Bezaleel the Shadowgod! He was going to deliver his people from slavery! And you immolated him!"

The small winged man was openly weeping, tiny tears like dewsdrops falling from his face. "Overgods, no . . . "

The black knight came to his feet. "You filthy blackguard!~ Kral will be avenged!"

The telluran woman put a hand on his knee. "No . . . no . . . I'll not lose you too, Joachim. Let's . .  . let's just go . . . our god is a horrid villain, who will not lift a thumb to free his people from the Pantheon's yoke . . . "

Dispirited, the rag-tag band of misfits walked morosely away from you.

Towards Albor Valley.

The same way you were going.
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:08, Sun 20 Jan 2019.
Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 9 posts
Sun 20 Jan 2019
at 23:12
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RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

"Stop!", boomed the voice of the mountain, as Ulfur became frustrated "Cease with the threats, the talk of wounding me! Speak first, then threaten violence if you must, but what the hell are you talking about with the Pantheon tithes!"
The Empress
GM, 460 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Mon 21 Jan 2019
at 08:25
  • msg #12

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

The squad of would-be godslayers booked it away from you, not listening to the insane old god that had fricking barbequed Kral the Twice-Blessed, half-shade and half-Aso on his mother's side, who had grown up in a difficult split-culture home with neither god around and the constant pressure to two cultures that both highly valued social integration when all he wanted to do was morosely study the blade in his room, alone, where nobody could tell him what to do or send him to the Academy to nurture his necromantic talent and make something of himself instead of fruitlessly trying to be a dark and brooding antihero.

The Telluran woman stopped. "Wait, guys, I think he's hard of hearing or something? He's like ninety. Maybe he hasn't fought the Pantheon because he's senile and forgot to,"

She turned, yelling to you. "Ulfur, Supreme Lord God of the Almighty Mountains! Will you aid us in our quest to defeat the pantheon and free our people from bondage!? I'm Moira, and these are my friends," she said. "We're very sorry about our intent to steal your godhood, we just thought you weren't using it,"
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:26, Mon 21 Jan 2019.
Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 11 posts
Mon 21 Jan 2019
at 09:05
  • msg #13

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Brooding in his anger still, Ulfur stomped towards where the woman stood; her presumption of senility and deafness only added to his grumpiness and he glanced at where the magma still cooled as he walked. Finally, he stopped close by them, considered his words for a moment, considering explaining that he still had a headache from waking up drunk beside a bear. Considered it and decided discretion might better serve, for now

Grinding his teeth, he placed both hands upon his belt, "Begin at the beginning. Who are this Pantheon you speak of? What tithe have these interlopers demanded? What bondage? What in the hell are you talking about?"

He winced, inside, noting this was the third time he had cursed in the self-same fashion. But on the outside, he simply looked furious and thunderous. well, he hoped.
The Empress
GM, 469 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Tue 22 Jan 2019
at 01:03
  • msg #14

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Moira stood proud. "The Pantheon are filty non-Tellurans!" she paused, glancing at her nonplussed friends. "Present heroic company excluded!" They perked up. "I'm Moira, leader of the Resistance, a Pilgrim-Hero! I have travelled the lands of the beddraggled, those oppressed by the Gods, and gathered under my banner to oust all tyrannical Divines!" She smiled. "Except you. You're fine, apparently, which is good because you can summon volcanoes and I don't know how to actually deal with that,"

"Anyway! The Pantheon are all other Gods besides you. They're evil bastards, the lot of them. A few of their invincible lightning soldiers came and demanded a tithe of ten percent of the population and asked us to convey that to our god. Except you weren't around and nobody knew where to find you so we told them we didn't have a god. They said that wasn't possible, so uh,

"I spoke up, and, uh, said I was the Goddess of Black Thrace."

She scratched her head. "I didn't think they'd believe me! And now they've taken a thousand people to serve in their army, and we're under martial law, and I went on a quest to find you, wherever you had gone, or what remained of you, so I could . . .  actually be the goddess?"

She was embarrassed. "But, uh, you're alive! And here! So, are you gonna free our people from bondage?"

The small winged man spoke up. "She read that phrase in a book and won't let go of it. We keep telling her that maybe she should phrase things differently, but she's . . . the leader type. I'm Fowin of Arthos."

The black-armored man spoke next. "Joachim, of Lithatas."

The silver-haired man spoke last. "I am of Lethia. I lost my name some time ago. Pleased to meet you."
Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 15 posts
Tue 22 Jan 2019
at 11:21
  • msg #15

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Listening to Moira's word, Ulfur winced, on the outside this time. For a time he simply repeated what she had said, with increasing incredulity, at least until he remembered that it probably added little to his already tarnished reputation.

"Filthy?", he began, wondering whether the xenophobia was a townsfolk thing.

"Leader of the Resistance?", was next, hoping its members were not numerous or were at least less zealous.

"Didn't have a God?", he whispered, fearing what might come next.

"Goddess of Black Thrace?", hearing his own voice lose some of its bass resonance; an unkind soul might even say he squeaked.

His head shook and his frown reappeared as she continued, hearing of the tithe and martial law and bondage. He tried to relax the tightening grip on his hammer and axe, fury building. Behind him, he could feel the heat of the magma rising, perhaps not the best reminder of poor Kral's fate. That cooled his ire quickly enough, doused it with sadness.

Listening to the others, he saw thoughtfulness, consideration. He spoke, gravelly and calmly now, "Indeed, the leader type. Suffice to say if I had listened more before acting upon her earlier words, your companion might yet ... un-live? He will be remembered, this Kral, though he seemed a troubled man"

Approaching the others, he greeted them in the manner of the men of the valleys, a firm hand clasping each upon their shoulder, "Well met, Fowin of Arthos... Joachim of Lithatas... and, if I may, I will call you Umbra, man of Lethia?"

Gesturing to encompass all four of them, he spoke more bluntly, though he knew already that the responses he expected needed to be taken with a pinch of salt, "Are these interlopers still in the valley? Where have they taken my people? How did each of you come here, to Black Thrace? How did you travel between these realms, Moira? Tell me of the ... bondage ... facing your peoples? Of the ... evil .. Gods and Goddesses ruling over each of you?"
The Empress
GM, 483 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Wed 23 Jan 2019
at 12:40
  • msg #16

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Moira counted your questions on her fingers. "Five, okay, right . ."

"
1. Nope! They left, but afterward one goddess, Gethu, came in with an occupying force.
2. The Valley of Banners, maybe?
3. I met them on my journeys through other realms and brought them with me! Sometimes by force, threats, bribery, and deceit. Except Joachim! He's only in it for justice.
4. I'm a Pilgrim Hero! I pick a direction, keep walking, and end up in other places!
5. There's just one, really. Gethu. Lesser Goddess of Parasites. The rest of my team haven't seen their gods in decades, actually.
"

She smiled. "Gethu is definitely evil. Her people are vampires who consume the life-force of innocent Tellurans. They're aren't many of them but they are tough and can see in the dark, which is when Gethu sends them around to collect protection money. Anyone who doesn't pay winds up exsanguinated."
Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 17 posts
Wed 23 Jan 2019
at 19:52
  • msg #17

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

"Five questions, indeed", mused Ulfur, even as he mulled over her answers and wondered if there had even been more than this Gethu and her protection racket; best not be hasty, not a second time. He unshouldered his pack, pulling forth the daggers he had crafted, one by one and laying them atop it.

"Five heroes, though now four", he continued, eyes sombrely moving between daggers and outcasts. He studied them, their fine workmanship and plain scabbards, knowing each had their own runes upon them. One by one he picked them up, threw them, scabbard and all, to the four of them, "Four blades, seems apt enough... Let us confront this Gethu, let her speak what she will speak and-" and he ruminated upon the words spoken to him in the Buoy "-either uncover the truth of this tithe or, perhaps, given her nature, eat her"

For now, the helm remained in his pack
The Empress
GM, 500 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Thu 24 Jan 2019
at 09:44
  • msg #18

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

You only had two daggers to give, but Moira and Umbra took them easily enough.

"Godsteel .  .  ." Moira said. "Thank you, Ulfy! I can call you Ulfy, right?"

She was perking up again. The woman was fairly dauntless. "We'll have to wait until nightfall for her to show in Albor Valley. We've got a room for five there, so you're in good hands!"

The Viese (winged man) landed on Moira's shoulder. "But what about Kral . . ?"

"He's dead! Again. He kinda smelled bad anyway, worse than Ulfy does. Plus, Ulfy can summon volcanoes and he gave us godsteel. He's at least earned an internship with the Resistance. Especially since we still haven't made any real money adventuring . . "

"There was the gold we got from the Tomb of Kronstan,"

Moira sighed. "There was."

The rooms at the inn were fine, with Moira getting her own room for the sake of decency and as the leader, and the men sleeping two to a room. It wasn't home , but it was comfortable.

The sun was setting a few hours later. You were sharing a room with the Lethian. He rose from the nap he'd gotten in. "I'd best go wake Moira. That woman sleeps harder than the dead, and we knew Kral."

You had the room to yourself for a few minutes, before you'd be getting pulled in further hijinks.
Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 20 posts
Fri 25 Jan 2019
at 12:45
  • msg #19

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

"Ulfur, never Ulfy", the sturdy God rumbled, trying for sighing not to become a habit. He saw potential in these, especially in Moira, but it was like the rawest ore in the mountains: untrammelled and needing careful treatment to not cause it to shatter or crumble or be shown to be false gold. He considered how he might bring that out in them, for now settling simply on reinforcement, "Just Ulfur..."

Letting the 'Resistance' chatter, he let his own thoughts become brooding, perking up only to ask, "Do you expect Kral to rejoin us? Immolation seems kind of permanent, even for a half-dead"

Whilst the Lethian slumbered, the Heart-of-the-Mountain considered his options to the coming confrontation. It was clear that the 'Resistance' would be wild cards - preventing any subtlety, perhaps even negotiation. Could he turn that to his advantage, like a rushing stream funnelled by the subtle geology, the hardness of rock and the softness of soil. Stratagem after stratagem, brought forth and discarded, dismissed. Finally he settled on one, letting his companion wake and seek out the Pilgrim-Hero he followed.

Sombrely, he took the great-helm from his pack and placed it upon his head
The Empress
GM, 514 posts
Hopeless Romantic
Sat 26 Jan 2019
at 00:01
  • msg #20

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Illustration: Moira, False Goddess of Black Thrace

"Oh, Kral's a goner. Undead or living, lava is a pretty permanent means of burial." said the Lethian.

Moira gathered the lot of you in her room. While she hadn't shared it, it was also the largest room of the lot. A Telluran man was in her bed, dozing fitfully - the owner of the inn you were staying at. Well, that explained how the rooms were being paid for.

She was rubbing a braid of his beard between her fingers thoughtfully. "The vampires are only partly undead; they can be killed by beheading, fire, or destruction of the heart, and are paralyzed by bloodloss. I'll leave the beheading to you, Joachim. Umbra will be using a hunting spear, and I'll have my bow. If they get too close, use the Godsteel."

The winged man spoke up. "And me?"

"I want you in the air, keeping an eye out for the goddess to show up once we've made a fuss and killed a few of the creeps. Ulfur, I want you to keep your powers under wraps and keep that great-helm on until the goddess herself shows up. We want to draw her out of town before you go causing an eruption."

She asked each of her teammates in turn if they had suggestions, and came to you. "Do you have anything to add, Lord Ulfur? An alternative plan, perhaps?"
Ulfur Tellurii
Mountains, 21 posts
Sat 26 Jan 2019
at 09:48
  • msg #21

RP-T ULFUR: Black Thrace

Stuck, as he listened, by this less-dauntless and more considered side to Moira, Ulfur was quietly pleased. He said nothing as the plans were laid out, sitting comfortably in one of the low chairs, a man at rest. Idly he wondered how much there was to her self-proclaimed nature as a Pilgrim-Hero; he considered extending his own blessing to her, held back for now. Her capability to walk between the Realms was interesting enough, but it meant she needed tempering before he would invest more power in her core.

Lethian. Viese. Lithatian. He wished he knew more of their Realms and their Gods; the one he had burned in a pyre had echoes of the two he had met in the Buoy, Bezaleel and Theadeacus, so perhaps it was best that he had been dealt with quickly, though they were ... intriguing ... Gods.

Drawn back from his reverie, he considered Moira's question; if he had been mortal, he would have been caught unaware, but keeping track of his own thoughts and the conversation around him was a simple enough matter. He smiled, even teeth showing, "It is customary for a God to eat his foes if they are another God ... so I'm told"

He paused, watching for their reactions, "But I would prefer to speak to this Gethu. Kill her leeches, your plan for that is sound ... enough. But that is a means to draw her attention and ensure she is able to focus on the conversation I must have with her. Kill the leeches quickly, or from a distance; I would not deprive the Resistance of its devout members when it is so newborn. Stay close to me, Joachim. Blade and axe. Your spear and bow, I fear, may serve but to irritate them and draw them in... unless your shots are perfect. Bait them, bring them to us."

"Gethu intrudes upon my Realm", he intoned solemnly, "She will pay a tithe of her own"
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