Lords of Creation 2 (MS) (Thread 2)

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Something that would be appreciated, for the purpose of keeping things organized, would be that you clearly list what era/turn the mortals in question exist in.

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An Aether ship, the Fly-Speed, traveled the aether. Recently, reports had been found of a giant creature, with a large settlement on its back. Wishing to make peace with them, as well as further their relations, the Guildhall wished to make contact. This ship had been chosen, and a diplomatic party had boarded. The captain sailed the aether, and approached the creature, looking for a place to dock, while remaining distant so as to not provoke an attack.

ooc

This was started by an action of mine in the interim thread. It took a while to get it started, sorry.
The Azoran followed Harp to the gates of Terena, awaiting for the Terenian officials.
Tuon waited as the Fly-Aether landed a few hundred yards from the edge of Diaspora. As the warforged disembarked, he stepped forward.

"Welcome, metal ones from below, to Diaspora, capitol of the Children of the Aether. What brings you so far from home?"


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A gnome by the name of Lyric met with the diplomatic envoy of the Warforged.

"Welcome to Terena, Warforged brethren. What brings you so far from home, and in such force?"

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Meanwhile, Harp and the Azorans were led into the council chambers.

"What brings you here, Azorans? So far from home and with such hope?"

"Children of the Aether, we have come for a dualfold purpose. The first was to investigate rumors of your existence and to learn about you and your culture. The second is to attempt to establish trade contacts with you. To our knowledge, we are both the only of those created on the planet to have reached the Aether. That would make it advisable to band together in order to survive against those who were here before us, who might wish to send us back to the planet. Not necessarily in one piece."


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"We are sorry for setting up so large a camp, so close to your city. However, we have discovered something that is at the same time disturbing and intriguing to us. Amoung the magical arts that we practice, necromancy has been around the longest and comes the most easily to us. We used it in the past as a tool of war, but in these ages, we use it more for its utility purposes. Amoung other things, It can be used to detect the life, or in the case of undead, unlife, in a person. Abilities such as these can be used to detect this over a part of the countryside, to determine the majority of what is there. Your city is a city, bustling with life. But underneath it, almost completely masked by the life of your city, is a concentration of unlife of such magnitude, as to be stronger than anything we have recorded before. We are hear to determine what it is, and what can be dome about it. We hope to not distrub your city too much in the process, as we will wish to attempt to find ways to reach this underground, which may be in your city."

OOC:  Ekluag, I'm gonna repurpose that exact statment to be the launching off point to the PbP.


Tuon smiled at the Warforged's words.


"Ah, and well met.  It is  good to know that others from below have learned to visit the Aether... we have such limited contact with those below.  I am sure that we will be interested in trade, although honestly we do not have all that much to trade you with, aside from a few interesting fruits and animals.  We certainly could use your help in fighting off these crazed Ae-Sylvani, however."


Tuon stood aside and gestured the Warforged to come into the city proper.


"Come, and welcome to Diaspora, jewel of the Aether."

ooc: I take that as a complement.

Harp lead the Azorans into the gates of New Terena. They saw the crossed sword and staff emblem of the city on large banners as they entered the town. The orderly stone buildings greeted them, with the most impressive site being in the center. Eorna dominated the city with it's shining gold fruits sparkling in the sunrise. The happy chatter of gnomes and humites could be heard throughout its busy streets. Harp led them across half the city, until they arrived at a large circular building. Inside they were greeted by the elder Ayala.


"Are these the visitors, Harp?" After seeing his nod, she continued, "Welcome to New Terena. We understand that you are called the Azorans? Come, tell us about yourselves over some food and drink."


She gestured toward the tables in the middle of the room.

Resident generic resident.


Harp lead the Azorans into the gates of New Terena. They saw the crossed sword and staff emblem of the city on large banners as they entered the town. The orderly stone buildings greeted them, with the most impressive site being in the center. Eorna dominated the city with it's shining gold fruits sparkling in the sunrise. The happy chatter of gnomes and humites could be heard throughout its busy streets. Harp led them across half the city, until they arrived at a large circular building. Inside they were greeted by the elder Ayala.


"Are these the visitors, Harp?" After seeing his nod, she continued, "Welcome to New Terena. We understand that you are called the Azorans? Come, tell us about yourselves over some food and drink."


She gestured toward the tables in the middle of the room.




The Azoran knight nodded and took his seat at the table, along with the rest of the Azoran knights. He said, "We are here to discuss an agreement. We would like to set up a kind of trade, and we wish to set up a permanent Azoran Embassy in your city, so we may aid one another. Would these terms be acceptable?"

Ayala considered their proposal.


"I suppose it would be nice to have allies, but we know so little of you. We'll agree to the embassy and trade, but we may need some more convincing before we form an alliance or defense pact."

Resident generic resident.

The Azoran knight nodded and said, "We understand your concerns. However, I fear that I am yet to introduce myself. My name is Sir Carsten. Now, is there somewhere we can stay during our visit, while we await the construction of an embassy?"

Harp piped up:
"They can stay at the bard school... they're not meeting right now, so there are plenty of extra rooms.  Does that work for you?" 

The knight nodded and said, "Yes, that should suffice for the time being."

The group of ten genasi stood outside of the clearing the bull folk had agreed to meet them at, preparing to enter the grueling process of negotiation... and explanation. Aside from establishing that each side wasn't a threat and to agree on a meeting place on time, the two sides had barely spoken. Except when the genasi had sent a messenger explaining that none of the party had manifested the Leaders Stormsoul, and so they'd had to delay another day. That probably would have confused the static beastmen...


 Neroae, or at least Neroae for today, the genasi changed names almost as often as manifestations, was in charge today, having been the only of the group to manifest the Stormsoul.He was young, and a little less experienced than some of the other members of the group, but chance could thrust anyone to the forefront. Fortunately he'd have some support in hammering out the agreement: two of the genasi had manifested the mercantile Watersoul. The Watersouls could work out the little details, all he had to do was make sure no-one drew blades on either side.


 Taking a deep breath, Neroae marched into the clearing, his genasi following him.

The smoldering ruins of the vilalge still faintly burned, almost everyone in the small group of young azorans allineated in the former central plaza was trembling by fear, some defiently stood and watched the monster or the knight directly in the eyes. Everyone dispised the conquerors but nothing can be done in this isolated power to oppose him.


Their lord fought valiantly, even managed to wound the monster before he was consumed by its unholy breath and after his death the army stormed the castle and the land, once these warriors were protectors of their people, but joined the Rogue lord and his monster out of fear and desire for easy conquest, they were more like thiefs than soldiers now an army of predators, enlarged by brigands and just unsatisfied people...


Tovash examined the line of Azorans, he had rised the number of slaves to fifteen from each village and he was thinking of making it grow even more, this land has nothing for now that could oppose his might.


After a while he choose some healthy youg boys and a couple of girls come of the chosen one cried, as their families and friends, the others stared at the dragon with an expression that was a mix of hate and fear, both did not matter for Tovash that was already thinking about the new conquest...


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Meanwhile in the hart of his domain the land itself was suffering from the beast domination, the trees were twisted in weird shapes and beasts kept producing deformed cubs. The dragon had his slaves worked almost to death to build his temple, a weird structure of stone shaped in a perverse geometry, the building was far from being compleated, as the dragon requests keep changing new spires were added to the project and the architect "engaged" for the project was forced to find solutions to realize the beast wishes.


The slaves lived in small wooden houses near to the temple, living a miserable life, some were killed by the dragon in moments of boredom, or employed in some perverse game where the price of failure was life or mutilations. Only a few "chosen ones" were allowed to live in the temple hall, fed by the best products of the land and trained to become Tovash vassals.


Meanwhile the eggs had hatched, Tovash used unholy magic to alter them in order to produce Warp Dragons Wyrmlings and begun to train them as loyal servants. The wyrmlings were free to travel among the dragon domain and often amused themselves by "interacting" with the slaves, some had fun in tormenting them while other was jut happy to watch them work and sometime were even "gentle" as much as a warp dragon can be playing with the slaves and even trying to help them.

The minotaurs were waiting patiently for the genasi, spears and axes strewn about. Though it would seem the weapons were tossed about at random to a casual observer, and expert would quickly note that each minotaur was positioned and ready to grasp a weapon within seconds.


The lead minotaur, his enourmous horns larger than any of the others, leaned against a rock, the only one not close to a weapon. Smirking as the genasi finally arrived, he stood up. "We've waited for you to finally be ready. Are you done with this pointless waiting game, or shall we waste even more of my time?"

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These bull creatures truly were... unsophisticated. Still, from the looks of the crude weapons strewn about, they could use something with a little more shine. And possibley a hilt.


Neroae offered a diplomatic smile, spreading his arms helplessly. "Ah the intricacies of other cultures. Rest assured that the waiting wasn't pointless, we merely had no-one... suitabley dispositioned to talk with you. Today though you'll be talking to me, so lucky you huh?"


Chuckling at his own joke for a polite length, the genasi turned a little more serious. "In any case, I've come to arrange a trading agreement with your people, and to establish diplomatic ties. The second can wait for a moment, but for now," he continued, reaching to his waist and drawing his sword. "Would you be interested in this?" The genasi offered the blade spread across his hands for examination, the bronze glimmering in the light.

((OOC: Yay for restarting an MS!))


 


Eonam, herald and first chosen of Tovresh, was... dissatisfied. He hurried into his master's room and bowed deeply, and then said, "My lord. I come bearing news of..." What was the word again? "dissent amongst your subjects... they are unhappy with how many servants you are taking from each village, and the parnets of the servants wish to see their children."

Tovash smiled at Eonam "So my subjet are not satisfied of my domain? I guess that my lord knight shoud administer them better right?"


"Do you have any suggestion about how should I please them?" Told the dragon with a sarcastic tone. 


Meanwhile one of the wyrmling, Arvhas, the strongest among the young dragons, with a large scar on his neck, infliced by Tovash as a punishemnt for disobbeyin him, was watching the conversation curiously from the shadows. Eonam has already met the wyrmling, the creature was intrigued by the azorans and apparently he did not see them as food or source of fun while bored like his adopted father.


Tovash smiled at Eonam "So my subjet are not satisfied of my domain? I guess that my lord knight shoud administer them better right?"


"Do you have any suggestion about how should I please them?" Told the dragon with a sarcastic tone. 


Meanwhile one of the wyrmling, Arvhas, the strongest among the young dragons, with a large scar on his neck, infliced by Tovash as a punishemnt for disobbeyin him, was watching the conversation curiously from the shadows. Eonam has already met the wyrmling, the creature was intrigued by the azorans and apparently he did not see them as food or source of fun while bored like his adopted father.




Eonam gulped and said, "All the villagers ask is to see the children you have taken as servants, and only for a day or so. Of course, you are infinently wiser, so if you do not agree, then we do not have to follow this course of action, but still..."

He looked when he replied to his servant "Well, I had an idea to make this request stop, tell them that a single family can visit their children for now, they will have to choose among themselves wich one and I'll allow the meeting"


"Now go and bring me a lovely family, I expect one couple to be ready to come in one week..."


Arvhas followed Eonam out of the room, the young dragon movement where sinuous and elegants as the one of Tovash, but the boy could see within the creature eyes a less corrupted soul.


"I don't like this" he told, young dragons can talk from the moment of their birth, however that still surprized Eon as "he plans to have fun out of this people, the kind of fun that is painful I think" Then he touched his scarred neck with his left "hand".

He smirked and lifted the blade, swinging it a bit in the air. "A bit light, poor reach compared to similar weapons we make ourselves."


He pulled it closer, looking at it. "Odd material though. Is it as strong as the iron of our mountains?"

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He looked when he replied to his servant "Well, I had an idea to make this request stop, tell them that a single family can visit their children for now, they will have to choose among themselves wich one and I'll allow the meeting"


"Now go and bring me a lovely family, I expect one couple to be ready to come in one week..."


Arvhas followed Eonam out of the room, the young dragon movement where sinuous and elegants as the one of Tovash, but the boy could see within the creature eyes a less corrupted soul.


"I don't like this" he told, young dragons can talk from the moment of their birth, however that still surprized Eon as "he plans to have fun out of this people, the kind of fun that is painful I think" Then he touched his scarred neck with his left "hand".




 


Eonam frowned and said, "Well, we can't disobey our lord. That would be death. Besides, i'm still sure that this is better then our last lord. I fear we must trust him- as impossible as that sounds."


 

The genasi smiled. "We can make it bigger if we actually hammer out an agreement.. and include armor too," he added, rapping a nearby firesoul genasis helmet to emphasize the point. "As for whether it's better.. well I'm not familiar with whatever type of metal this iron is, but we make this metal by mixing two different ores together to form something stronger than either one. And two is better than one, after all," the genasi noted.

The minotaur grinned, and grasped the blade carefully in his two hands. With a grunt of effort, he slowly but surely began to apply pressure to the blade. After several moments, he handed the bent weapoin back to the genasi. "That metal is very pretty, but it's weak. I've dealt with stronger horn. Why would we buy weapons that are inferior to the horns we are born with?"

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Neroae offered the minotaur a grin, trying not to let the smell of their fur distract him or make his eyes water too much. "It's not so much a question of strength but style," the genasi noted, taking back the blade and swishing it through the air. "Though it may be weaker than your horns- and might I say those must be some quality horns- our metal can be moulded into many different shapes. While a horn can only be used in combat to gore or charge, we can make weapons for all kinds of tactics and situations.


"But weapons aside for a minute, I do have something else you might be interested in," the genasi went on, walking over to one of the armoured firesoul genasi. "Our metal may be weaker than your horn, but from the looks of it you can't make very good protection out of it... this armour on the other hand- once we can make a few sets with your size in mind," he admended. "Should be able to take several horns blows and many more arrows before you'll even be in danger from the blows. Seeing as none of your kind seem to be wearing anything to protect yourself, I thought you might find that more interesting than weapons when you can already grow your own."

A few days later the first family was brought to face Tovash and met their son, the couple of azorans was escorted by the dragons "soldiers", humiliated and scared by the ex bandits and brought to the temple, there they walked near to the slaves huts, watching a few half starved boys that was resting as the others keep working at their shift, as work never stops at the construction site.


They was borught to the main hall of that twisted building, the wyrmlings was there too, as well as Eonam, to watch a lesson, explained Tovash to them.


Vares was the eldes son of a blacksmith, a well known artisan in his town and in the nearby feud, he should was already working with his father when Tovash took him as a slave, his parents, who sold everything they had to buy the others consent in meeting their son, his body was ruined by the few month that he has spent in Tovash service, he run to his parents to embrace them, unable to talk they just enjoyed the contact with each other.


"Enough" told Tovash "they got all the time that they deserved", then one of his youngest adopted sons moved to him, Dagash was the smallest among the warp dragon wyrmling, but he was also the one whose mindest was more like the one of his father, he closed in to the couple, his tail producing the weird crackling sound of lacerated reality, he cut trough the boy skin and the of his mother, almost cutting away his arm with the one of the woman. The small dragon eyes were full of a twisted sense of glee when the blood of the poor family falled to the ground and on his dark blue skin.


Thei screams of pain was covered by Tovash voice, "I'll let you all live, for now, even if you had chosen to defy me by asking something that you did not deserve. You will visit the villages in my domain and tell everyone what was the price of your defiance."


Then some of his minions took care of the mutilated boy and his mother, they managed to save their life, but left them with a ruined body. When the guards brought the poor family away, Tovash and his servants left the hall, leaving the one armed boy alone in the cold hall of stone...


A few days later the first family was brought to face Tovash and met their son, the couple of azorans was escorted by the dragons "soldiers", humiliated and scared by the ex bandits and brought to the temple, there they walked near to the slaves huts, watching a few half starved boys that was resting as the others keep working at their shift, as work never stops at the construction site.


They was borught to the main hall of that twisted building, the wyrmlings was there too, as well as Eonam, to watch a lesson, explained Tovash to them.


Vares was the eldes son of a blacksmith, a well known artisan in his town and in the nearby feud, he should was already working with his father when Tovash took him as a slave, his parents, who sold everything they had to buy the others consent in meeting their son, his body was ruined by the few month that he has spent in Tovash service, he run to his parents to embrace them, unable to talk they just enjoyed the contact with each other.


"Enough" told Tovash "they got all the time that they deserved", then one of his youngest adopted sons moved to him, Dagash was the smallest among the warp dragon wyrmling, but he was also the one whose mindest was more like the one of his father, he closed in to the couple, his tail producing the weird crackling sound of lacerated reality, he cut trough the boy skin and the of his mother, almost cutting away his arm with the one of the woman. The small dragon eyes were full of a twisted sense of glee when the blood of the poor family falled to the ground and on his dark blue skin.


Thei screams of pain was covered by Tovash voice, "I'll let you all live, for now, even if you had chosen to defy me by asking something that you did not deserve. You will visit the villages in my domain and tell everyone what was the price of your defiance."


Then some of his minions took care of the mutilated boy and his mother, they managed to save their life, but left them with a ruined body. When the guards brought the poor family away, Tovash and his servants left the hall, leaving the one armed boy alone in the cold hall of stone...




While Tovash left, Eonam hung back a little. When Tovash and that wretched Dagash were gone, he approached Vares and asked, "Are you okay?" Vares looked up at Eonam and said, "I just lost my arm... do I look okay, traitor?"


Eonam blinked in surprise at being called a traitor and said, "B-but how am I a traitor?" Vares grimaced and said, "You brought the dragon here. You are his treasured servant... no, pet. You're well fed, well clothed... we're nothing."


Eonam blinked again and said "B-but... Vares, I'm so sorry..."


Vares scowled and walked away, leaving Eonam alone in the room.

Eonam felt clawed steps behind him in the silence of the grand hall, it was Dagash, the wyrmling who had mutilated the boy. 


The dragon looked like a miniature version of Tovash, he was still a little dirty with the boy blood, he moved with otherwordly elegance, like the other warp dragons...


"Traitor huh... Do you want me to punish him? No one should insult my father most trusted friend, I think he will not care if kill him, he can't work now anyway. Would you like that?"


 

The minotaur letout a hearty laugh. "You think we can make armor? Just because my men and I prefer not to wear it, doesn't mean we can't make it. And as weak as your metal is, I doubt it provides much protection."

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Eonam felt clawed steps behind him in the silence of the grand hall, it was Dagash, the wyrmling who had mutilated the boy. 


The dragon looked like a miniature version of Tovash, he was still a little dirty with the boy blood, he moved with otherwordly elegance, like the other warp dragons...


"Traitor huh... Do you want me to punish him? No one should insult my father most trusted friend, I think he will not care if kill him, he can't work now anyway. Would you like that?"


 




Eonam looked at Dagash, doing his best to hide his grief, and said, "I think you've done enough, Dagash."

The small dragon looked at Eonam puzzled for a few seconds, his dark blue eyes locked into the ones of the young azoran, the boy knew that Tovash was capable of almost smelling betrayal and dubt in his subject, but maybe his son still lacked that ability, so after a few seconds Dagash opened his wings and moved away, as the great hall was large enough for him to fly.


The small dragon looked at Eonam puzzled for a few seconds, his dark blue eyes locked into the ones of the young azoran, the boy knew that Tovash was capable of almost smelling betrayal and dubt in his subject, but maybe his son still lacked that ability, so after a few seconds Dagash opened his wings and moved away, as the great hall was large enough for him to fly.




Tovash had taken over a large portion of western Azora. In the heart of Azora, in Valden, the capital city, plans were being made. The mightiest knight in the kingdom was sent to destroy the dragon, yet it would take him some time to reach the dragon.


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Eonam watched the dragon fly away, and Eonam decided to head on out to his parent's room. He figured Tovash could survive alone for a few hours.

Arvhas followed the boy out of the temple for a while, the wyrmling did  not talk to Eonam, but was ready to listen should he wanted to talk.


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Meanwhile Tovash visited his now large kindgom, while some of the provinces had actually even flourished under his domain, many of his servants lacked the skill to rule and some time needed to be "reminded" who was really in charge or even replaced with mor productive vassals.


 

These minotaurs were proving to be more than a little difficult to trade with... it seemed they'd be content whacking eachother over the head with their horns naked, which made trading weapons and armour a little frivalous. Still, there had to be SOMETHING these bull people wanted. After all, everybody wants something.


Rummaging through his bag, the genasi tried to find something that the minotaurs might actually be interested in trading. "Um.. we have a bustling magic item economy if that's more to you taste. And our sculptors and craftsmen are top notch if you wanted some artwork or domestic items. You said it yourself, our metal is pretty." 'And useless... it's stronger than stone, what else do they want?'

He stands to his full heights, looking down at the genasi. "Enough. It is our turn to show our goods."


He let out a low, almost inadible whistle, and three minotaurs broke from the woods behind the genasi. Two were heavily armed and armored, pulling a large cart while the third, a dimunative minotaur almost as small as the genasi dashed up. "Sorry, Graden, so sorry. We had some troubles with washed out . . ."


Before he could finish, a heavy hit from Graden sent the small fellow to the ground. Without waiting a second, he reached down and picked him up by his neck. "I don't care why you were late, and you know it. Show off your goods, so we can get this over with, Iniren."


As Graden walked back towards the rest of the minotaurs, Iniren shook his head for a moment, gathering his senses. Moving towards his cart, he spoke rapidly, "Sorry about being late. I imagine you are eager to see our goods, yes? Just come over to the cart."

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Neroae's lip pursed in repressed distaste as the minotaur knocked the smaller of its kind to the side. He'd though the minotaurs would be a little more tight knit than that, living in a far more clan like society than the genasi's caste based one. But a genasi wouldn't hit another genasi like that for no good reason... except for the worst of their kind, but they were usually exiled to the wastes, where they either died or took up banditry. Or migrated to that emerging city of exciles in the West...


Pushing aside his thoughts for the moment, Neroae moved towards the cart, wondering what sort of goods the minotaurs had to offer. If they spurned everything they offered, it must be worth it's weight in bronze... or this iron the bull men spoke about even.


"That's what we're here for," the genasi commented. "That and to establish diplomatic relations, but that can wait until the show is over, hm?"


Arvhas followed the boy out of the temple for a while, the wyrmling did  not talk to Eonam, but was ready to listen should he wanted to talk.


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Meanwhile Tovash visited his now large kindgom, while some of the provinces had actually even flourished under his domain, many of his servants lacked the skill to rule and some time needed to be "reminded" who was really in charge or even replaced with mor productive vassals.


 




 


Eonam looked at Arvhas and said, "Wh-why did Tovash do that? You're his son... kind of... do you have any idea what he thought he would achieve? And... oh, please tell me you aren't like him..."


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The knight continued his quest. He had killed several traitors loyal to the fiendish dragon, and he was making good progress. He was an unstoppable, silent force, making his way to the fortress of the Warp Dragon...

The small dragon kept walking with Enonam, waiting a few seconds before answering "He..., well our father see the world in a different way than me or you... He only does things that are useful to him, to his plans, he wants the people to be scared I guess and so sent them a gruesome message like this.


He does not care, nor even understand I fear, about the suffering of the others."


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Tovash was in a bad mood that evening, something was happening in his domain a few of his chosen agents has being killed, and he did not know who did that. Warp Dragons have a twisted fascination for the unknown, like the humans it scare and intrigue them at the same time. He also noticed that Eonam was not with him, scared by the "lesson" maybe, he should do something for the boy, he liked his Herlad after all. However now he had more pressing matters to attend to...


He should do something about that killer, he called the best of his champions to the Temple, one deserving his blessing of power.


 

Eonam said, "Why did I ever decide to help him? It was foolish of me... now everyone else hates me."


 


He gestured to the various slaves working around them.


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The knight was making good progress. Soon he would reach the center of the problem, he thought grimly as he dispatched another of the dragon's foul servants.

"Maybe you should talk about that with my father, he cares about you for some reason that eludes me.


And don't waste your time recriminating about old decisions, there is nothing you can do to change your past, but as long as you are alive you can still make the difference." he replied.