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“Yessh, whath isth ith?” The eyes of the mantis were fluttering, spinning back into its orbits, focused on the plane of the ‘blood matrix’ no doubt. For a second there I had her attention but she was gone again; in communion with her servants across the entire world. When the greatest creature that had ever walked this earth, greater then the great serpent Celes, greater then the monolith of Ulm, greater then the eastern brothers did not want to be disturbed it was best not to disturb her: And yet my message was important.
“Mistress please… I have a message.” I eyed the obsidian-like scythe-like blades of her more insectoid-arms with wariness- my lady was not known for her cruelty or violent nature and yet, I could not help but think what a blade like that would do to a mere amphibian like myself.
Her eyes fluttered again but there was no recognition. She was mumbling softly, a serpentine insectoid sound, soft and yet punctuated by clicking and gnashing; it was entirely disheartening. I leaned in closer despite my fear; what was the one and the only true god whispering? I heard her muttering of the death inflicted by the Ermorian faith upon the people of Man, Kymrui, and Maverni, upon the ‘stillness’ released upon the world by this death-cult. Perfect I thought; her mind was already pre-occupied on a tangeant I wished to speak to her about.
I spoke much more loudly, but only after taking a step back, wary again of her majestic obsidian blades, “Mistress; the matter concerns our treaty with the Ermorians and Pythium. Soon the treaty will be over.”
Suddenly the four-armed goddess of the world rounded her piercing stone-like gaze upon me. I felt a chill of fear but also an exhilaration, a pride in having her gaze upon me. What an honor! No doubt all the people of all the world's nations desired a similiar honor, regardless of whether they had the pride and courage to say as much under the rule of their tyrant almost-pretender godlings.
She spoke, her voice clear and human-like now that she was focused upon it. Some say that before the chrysalis the Mantis goddess had been human. Certainly occasionally her manner suggested as much. “The nation of Pythium has done nothing to dishonor our treaty and while they are no doubt capable of trickery and deceit we have no reason to believe they would seek to confront our mighty armies. The Ermorians are a different manner however. For too long not only we but all the nations of the world have suffered from their pitiful death-cult; their petty spells and cantrips have reduced our population to shambling shadows of their former selves. Our calves are born stillborn. Our crops die in the fields. No, the Ermorians have taken advantage of our honorable treaty and its phrasing to act, indirectly, in the most selfish and destructive way possible.”
I nodded, not sure I was understanding the full implications of what was being said to me. Would she march our armies upon the Ermorians?
“You, Talacli, will act as our diplomat to these people and demand an explanation. We will await their response and based upon it, decide what course to take. After all, the treaty still reigns for one more turn.”
I nodded again. Speechless (and unsure what she meant by 'turn'). Before I turned to leave she spoke one more time, “Oh, and Talacli, please send in our greatest demonic generals. We may have need of a show of strength and i do believe a four-armed flying demon 14 feet in height should do the trick.” With that she put in the earphones of her iPod and began to nod her head slowly in tune with the rhythms of Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground.
I finally arrive at the borders of Ermor. I am happy the treaty prevents me from entering this desolate and unholy land. I can see the shambling undead from a distance and have no wish to approach any closer.
Cupping my hands to my mouth I shout, “Ermorian ghouls! My mistress has a message for you!”
OOC: Ummm.... Ermor: you cost the world tons of gems and money to replace its growth scales and obviously gained considerably by it (freespawn undead?). While our treaty was in effect there was not a lot we could do but now that it is ending (next turn), we want to see if you're going to pay us back for the gems and money we spent repairing the damages you have caused and continue to cause us. or if... well... its probably best left unsaid.
“Mistress please… I have a message.” I eyed the obsidian-like scythe-like blades of her more insectoid-arms with wariness- my lady was not known for her cruelty or violent nature and yet, I could not help but think what a blade like that would do to a mere amphibian like myself.
Her eyes fluttered again but there was no recognition. She was mumbling softly, a serpentine insectoid sound, soft and yet punctuated by clicking and gnashing; it was entirely disheartening. I leaned in closer despite my fear; what was the one and the only true god whispering? I heard her muttering of the death inflicted by the Ermorian faith upon the people of Man, Kymrui, and Maverni, upon the ‘stillness’ released upon the world by this death-cult. Perfect I thought; her mind was already pre-occupied on a tangeant I wished to speak to her about.
I spoke much more loudly, but only after taking a step back, wary again of her majestic obsidian blades, “Mistress; the matter concerns our treaty with the Ermorians and Pythium. Soon the treaty will be over.”
Suddenly the four-armed goddess of the world rounded her piercing stone-like gaze upon me. I felt a chill of fear but also an exhilaration, a pride in having her gaze upon me. What an honor! No doubt all the people of all the world's nations desired a similiar honor, regardless of whether they had the pride and courage to say as much under the rule of their tyrant almost-pretender godlings.
She spoke, her voice clear and human-like now that she was focused upon it. Some say that before the chrysalis the Mantis goddess had been human. Certainly occasionally her manner suggested as much. “The nation of Pythium has done nothing to dishonor our treaty and while they are no doubt capable of trickery and deceit we have no reason to believe they would seek to confront our mighty armies. The Ermorians are a different manner however. For too long not only we but all the nations of the world have suffered from their pitiful death-cult; their petty spells and cantrips have reduced our population to shambling shadows of their former selves. Our calves are born stillborn. Our crops die in the fields. No, the Ermorians have taken advantage of our honorable treaty and its phrasing to act, indirectly, in the most selfish and destructive way possible.”
I nodded, not sure I was understanding the full implications of what was being said to me. Would she march our armies upon the Ermorians?
“You, Talacli, will act as our diplomat to these people and demand an explanation. We will await their response and based upon it, decide what course to take. After all, the treaty still reigns for one more turn.”
I nodded again. Speechless (and unsure what she meant by 'turn'). Before I turned to leave she spoke one more time, “Oh, and Talacli, please send in our greatest demonic generals. We may have need of a show of strength and i do believe a four-armed flying demon 14 feet in height should do the trick.” With that she put in the earphones of her iPod and began to nod her head slowly in tune with the rhythms of Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground.
much later
I finally arrive at the borders of Ermor. I am happy the treaty prevents me from entering this desolate and unholy land. I can see the shambling undead from a distance and have no wish to approach any closer.
Cupping my hands to my mouth I shout, “Ermorian ghouls! My mistress has a message for you!”
OOC: Ummm.... Ermor: you cost the world tons of gems and money to replace its growth scales and obviously gained considerably by it (freespawn undead?). While our treaty was in effect there was not a lot we could do but now that it is ending (next turn), we want to see if you're going to pay us back for the gems and money we spent repairing the damages you have caused and continue to cause us. or if... well... its probably best left unsaid.
