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Laughter shamelessly reverberated throughout the smoke-filled room, as Tché rose his glass to the speaker before downing its contents once again. “And yet my friend, somehow I doubt even a Siren could bring a Novgordian and a Livian to the same inn.” The god’s large-bellied host slurped into his own glass as he failed to repress his amusement. Tché smiled at the man, not for the first time admiring the benefits of godhood: namely the incredible difficulty of intoxicating oneself – although he had achieved the feat on a number of occasions. This would, unfortunately, not be one of them. Dage Georsan was a man well known within the higher circles of society, and more often than not for his lavishly thrown balls and celebratory parties; although a few would know him better for his ownership of one of the largest weapons manufacturers in all of the human kingdoms. Georsan had inherited Georsan and Sons’ from his father, a true entrepreneur who had not only built the organisation from a small merchant company to the industrial juggernaut it was today, but who had also pushed forward legislation that opened the doors to the capitalism and the establishing of corporate power that to this day drove the human kingdoms higher and higher. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was one of the visionaries who reaped the rewards of the industrial revolution and one of its greatest proponents; and Tché would not hesitate to claim some responsibility for that. In return for a little expert advice as to where the next big conflict would spark, Tché and Georsan and Sons’ had entered into a fruitful partnership. Tché created the demand, and the Georsans provided the supply, and if a few shipments went off the books, who would argue with the sounds of profit? It was one such relationship that Tché maintained with his mortal followers; the God believed that the mortal world should as far as possible be kept within a closed loop - self-sustainable without too much reliance on its deities – unlike some of his kin who seemed to far prefer willing things willy-nilly into existence. “So Dage, I can count on you to assist me in this matter?” The young man impatiently brushed aside Tché’s concerns as he greedily plucked at the dish presented to him by one of the more curved serving girls, although his attention seemed to be on anything but the food. Sighing, the God couldn’t help but reminisce; the man was little like his pioneering father and had chosen to surround himself in the luxuries of his status and wealth, leaving the day to day running of his assets to those beneath him. Since the passing of Georsan senior Tché had been steadily separating himself from the corporation, and he doubted it would last for Dage’s sons the way it was being run. Alas, it suited his purposes. The god clicked his fingers in front of the man’s face to draw his attention back to the matter at hand and away from the girl’s retreating form. “Yes, yes. I’ve been informed that the deliveries are proceeding smoothly. The Greenskin are quite the market, but the profits – or so I’ve been told – are particularly lucrative, although I wouldn’t put my money on this Sulgha fellow: too few in number if you ask me.” Tché made a sound that seemed to subtly imply that he had not, as he poured the last of the vintage. The god was hardly listening any more as he felt his mind pulled away: "Hear me brother, Tché I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss." Well, that’s an interesting trick. Tché recognised the voice of Indris, one did not easily forget a member of the Triumvirate, and he wondered if this had anything to do with whatever Thanatos had gotten up to. Either way he was curious, and even an immortal tried to stay friendly with the Gods of the Dead. Placing the half-finished glass on the table, Tché stood up and began to make his way to the door “A pleasure as always Dage, wish you the best!” Dage hastily waved away the God, far too engrossed in the smiling girl whom he had just drawn into his lap, “No, no don’t get up: I’ll leave you to it and show myself out.” Tché grimaced as he stepped through to Indris’ domain, pathetic.

Tché closed the door behind him as he glanced over the room. In its centre was a large table, and already it was surrounded by a number of his brothers and sisters. The God nodded in greeting to his siblings, quickly coming to the conclusion that this would be a meeting of all of his kin. Tché raised an eyebrow as his gaze settled on the altar closest to him, immediately recognising the design of the somewhat extravagant shrine, before turning to his sister. “I’m honoured, truly Indris, to have a follower of such stature, although I must admit I haven’t heard any of your prayers as of late. Nice to see you so soon again too Librarian, although I must admit I fear this isn’t a mere social gathering?” Librus seemed to be deeply concerned, a furrowed brow indicative of the worry that appeared to consume the God. Tché frowned; anything that so alarmed and drained the mind of the God of Knowledge would prove to be ill news indeed. The other two Gods in the hall drew extra attention from the God of Rebellion; he didn’t trust either of them as far as he could throw them - not that he thought any less of them because of it. Eris was, well Eris, as Goddess of Chaos and Madness to not distrust her would be an affront to her nature, and Sargon constantly seemed to be hiding something; in fact, the weight that seemed to constantly press on the man’s shoulders hinted at many things. The God let out a sigh, he’d find out soon enough. Walking forward, Tché took his place at the table before leaning back into the solid stone chair resigned to await the arrival of others and get some answers for what danger has befallen Lorgaine.