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Adon Baalit al-Ibir sat on his golden peacock throne in the great palace of Gath. He looked out across the colonnade. Giant priests and scribes scurried through the myriad rooms of the palace, assisted by retinues of human helpers. Indentured as they were, these humans were not mere slaves. It was an honor to serve the Adon and Nephilim priests.

"Sayyid al-Ibir, your Aluf Yassib requests an audience," barked an enormous guardsmen clad in iron plate and red robes.

"Let him enter." replied Baalit, his deep voice booming through the massive room. Light streamed through the massive room as the guardsmen opened the heavy bronze doors.

The Adon's Aluf entered. The many braziers in the great hall cast a long shadow across the wall as he walked. Yassib kneeled on one knee before Baalit when he approached the throne. He rose to his feet. "Sayyid, reports have came of the northern nation of Purrel moving south, displacing the far cousins of the Benjaminite humans. I fear they not stop."

The Nephilim giant conversed with his Aluf, Yassib al-Ibir, discussing the nervous situation. Finally they agreed upon what should be done. "And let it be!" Commanded Baalit as Yassib left.

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The tribe of Benjaminites in the north of Levant labored feverishly in newly constructed shipyards. One of the most influential tribes, they accepted gold and turquoise in exchange for their open water sailing expertise and sturdy ships. Cohorts of hundreds of Moabite warriors made camp outside their shipyards.

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Bene Elohim was quiet for now.