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Gods shouldn't be worshipped. They should be blamed for their childishness.

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a character in “Deities: The Gods of Pandeum”, as played by Fabricator




❝ Knowing how something is done doesn’t stop it being magic.❞

God Name: Indris

Titles: Daughter of Magic, The Inheritor, Keeper of the Book, Watcher, The Fickle Orphan (Insulting)

Alignment: True Neutral

Portfolio: Magic and Knowledge

Patron of: Magic users, scholars, arcanists, Psychics, clerics

Gender: Female

God Appearance: Indris is a slender woman with long hair pure white hair which reaches down to the lower half of her back; sometimes small sections of her hair flicker to other colours depending on what school of magic she’s drawing upon, except for a sliver of her fringe which is a contrasting shock of gold. She usually wears form fitting if somewhat revealing clothing that is part robes and part intricate mithril armour edged in gold. Her features are certainly attractive but are often marred by a semi-permanent disinterested scowl and lack of care for events around her. Her eyes however are hard and piercing, bright as sapphires, glittering from within; and it is these that remain constant no matter if she changes her shape. The same energy which rings her eyes can also be found dancing between her fingers when she’s bored and seeks to entertain herself between something more meaningful.

Personality: A cold woman at first she rarely warms to those who seek to treat with her but has been known to garner a few feelings below the icy surface of her withering gaze. Her preference would be to become lost in her scholarly and magical endeavours, forever creating and re-creating all that magic can touch and many that it cannot. Though she does find the ways that mortals and other beings have put her gifts to use and can become rather distracted watching their experiments play out. Despite her rather dour outlook she does have a mischievous side that can become truly vindictive at times if her Avatar isn’t able to perform damage control. She has a habit of swinging suddenly between bouts of emotion where she can either be overly involved or remarkably detached that has caused those who worship her to treat their pleas to her as balanced on a knifes edge due to her unpredictable responses. Her tendency to remain neutral is offset by her extreme actions on all aspects of alignment depending on her current mood as well as what has drawn her attention. Part of her uncertain mood is her burning desire for vengeance against the other gods for her predecessor’s death conflicting with her thirst for knowledge.

Favoured Weapon: Kae’la’s Tears – The eldest of all dragons, and last of the Chromatic White dragons gave herself over to the new Goddess of Magic after serving the previous deities for millennia, and tried her best to prepare to young Indris for the conflict ahead. The dragonqueen wished to follow in the footsteps of the Indris’ predecessor and was granted a painless death; after which on her bequest her body was reshaped into a staff upon which was set crystals formed from the pool of tears the creature cried in her final moments.

Opinion of mortals: “They are perhaps better than us, for while we can spend eternity learning from our mistakes they must live or die on a moment. For us we are given too many chances but still we can also perish. Even so they are as foolish and simple minded as any god.”

God’s Domain:


❝ You have to start out believing the little lies so you can grow up to believe the big ones.❞

Avatar Name: Queen Alessandra
Alias: The Red Mage, True-Born Queen, The First of her Line

Title(s)/Rank: Queen of Ka’liran

Avatar Appearance: A tall, well-built woman with a playful smile and glittering eyes of pale amber. Her skin is burnished a pal reddish hue which she contrasts with dark red and gold garments and bangles. However regardless of her attire or skin it is her hair which overshadows most people’s description due to it being made of living flames which dangle harmless against her flesh, not even singeing her robes.

Real Age: Unknown, but several thousand years at least.

Visual Age: 32

Personality: Alessa is more involved in the world than her mistress who tends to remain aloof from her followers. A fair if final ruler, she tends to listen to logic as well as emotion but rarely changes her decision once she has made it. While wary of intruders into her lands but accepting of those who seek to dwell within so long as they do not become a burden; and should there be any issues she has plenty of options that she can use to deal with them. Ideally she prefers diplomatically dealing with conflict but she’s more than capable of forcing a resolution. As the Avatar of Magic she is one of the most powerful of her kind, and quite probably more so than any other mortal race.

Enemies: Lesser Dragonkind. As the last Red Dragons she has a dislike for many of the bastard-spawn of her kin; more so for those who turned their back on the life-giving energy of magic in favour of Undeath.

Allies: Rarely is she alone, even if it is but for the length of a dream.

Magic Abilities: A skilled weaver of magic Alessa fears little for those who dare use it against her especially if they try to draw upon the schools of fire for they are her personal favourite and as such she has all but perfected an immunity to their touch. Certain schools and diciplines can still surprise her but she does not remain on the back foot for long so opponents would need to act swiftly for fear of their methods to be used back against them with extreme prejudice.
Regardless of her form she possess much of the natural abilities granted to those of draconic lineage though many of them are greatly amplified in her true form resulting in her relying more on her magic when transformed.
It has been said that one of her more impressive feats in her true shape is creating a flame wreathed desolation for a least 70ft directly in front of her with a single breath should she so choose to do so; the results of which are, almost without fail reducing her focus to little more than wisps of ash. But since so few see her tactics beyond this devastating opening unless they’re not arrayed against her they hasn’t been much study of her other capabilities and those who could hazard a guess have not been inclined to do so.

Kingdom: The world’s mages were still reeling from the death-throes of the previous Twin-gods of Magic, and many had turned on one another in hopes of securing a fraction of what remained in the hearts of their fellows. Sadly these mage wars were little more than another tragedy of the war among the heavens, scarring much of the landscape that were already under severe punishment.
A small handful of True Dragons, both old and young were drawn to the last remaining nexus of power by the former Avatar of Magic who formed her last Convocation of her kin. It was during this gathering that they uncovered deep within the earth the sleeping form of Indris, last daughter of magic. As one, they swore to protect and nurture the young Goddess as the conflict could prove dangerous and they feared for her as much as themselves for without magic to sustain them many of their kind had begun to falter. Though several had begun to feed upon those of Lesser Dragonkind for survival they had found their prey becoming harder to devour as they had turned to other methods to sustain them.
Indris was able to rekindle the fire in the hearts of her guardians though their numbers had long since diminished and with her guidance they built a kingdom in her honour. And so it was that the nation of Karian was forged from the ruined landscape of the world following much of the Great Conflict. Those small in number, though still greater than their numbers have dwindled to in recent years, they worked in harmony to shape their nation to prosperity. Several of the more long lived mortals eventually migrated to the kingdom as their own were ravaged by the Great Conflict, remaining mostly ignorant of their new draconic rulers as they sought sanctuary.

Hero(es): Tristan
Rank/Reason: First Knight of Ka’liran
Personality: Tristan an elder gold dragons and current leader of the remainder of his flight, and as such stands as the right hand of the Draconian Throne for there is no King. He is calm and calculating, with a taste for rich wines as well as an aptitude for mechanisms.

So begins...

Indris's Story


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"It is a strange sight, is it not? Watching them kill for food to fill their belly simply so that they can kill again. Especially when they don't need to do so. But it is often all they care about whether waking or sleeping."

The voice was lyrical and soft, with a hint of amusement in the tone. A womanly figure floated just above the grass beside Argonaut, her voice accompanied by the slow beating of wings reminiscent of a heart-beat.

"You've been missed, Argon. You do not travel my paths naturally anymore though you are still welcome. Even if you do not remember when you did." She smiled warmly at the ethereal creature, lightly brushing her fingers against his cheek causing a ripple as the effect felt real.

The tavern was filled with the raucous voices of dwarves raised in half drunken song. With each trying to outdo their compatriots with louder and deeper cries in-between swigs of ale and bursts of laughter.

Despite the famine there was always time for a little revelry for these brave souls who had not long came off shift in the mines or duty on the gates. Despite their best efforts many of them were still caked black as pitch from the coal and dirt, but here and now it didn't matter as much.

Dancing and weaving among the patrons was a fierce girl who led the song with her sweet voice and the whistle of her flute. Other instruments had lent their aid in raising their spirits. When they'd first slouched into the establishment many of them had been of a mind to muse over a single tankard for a while before calling it a night before she banished such thoughts entirely.

The sounds of alarm had begun to ring through the streets of Sivdzid, melding with the songs of its weary people to create an almighty cacophony till a rain of cannonballs punched through one side of the Tavern. Thankfully as they'd all gathered around the singing girl none of them had been harmed and at worst slightly stunned though the Tavern itself appeared badly damaged.

As the dwarves drinker stupor turned into surprise mixed with rage that they were attacked they as one dwarf picked up arms and made ready to defend their home. Feeling more alive and envigored that they ought they charged away to defend their homes with the songs they had sang still upon their lips but now their words were a battle cry as they dreamt of victory.

Of the girl there was no sign, she had apparently vanished, and within the hour so too had the Tavern. It had never been there but that didn't mean it hadn't been.

Elsewhere as the dwarven warhost that made ready under their king could hear a faint music on the wind, which carried to them an echo of the battlecries being sung in Sivdzid.

Indris strolled gently through the towering stacks of the Akashic Library, lightly brushing her fingers along the spines of several books. Unlike most libraries where the silence would be oppressive to the point of crushing in such a cavernous place the air is instead filled with a faint scratching.
The sound echoes endlessly, seeming to come from almost every shelf. Where there is silence some of the books will vanish while others the sound only seems to come from the last in a series. Such are the autobiographies which record every event that happens to everything

A creation of her predecessor, Indris has made improvements in places though there is little to be changed save perhaps reinforcing the spells behind it. Spells woven into fabric of the world when it was first created. She had enjoyed reading what each soul wrote when she first awakened however she decided to focus her efforts for understanding the world elsewhere. Even so she is often found reading the mystical tomes which contained every mention of her progenitor’s existence.

The room she now stood in without seeming to have moved within the library was overly ornate with half empty bookshelves containing drastically different tomes. Each was unique from others in the room but there was easily a few hundred or more of each kind. The stories of the gods themselves were marked here. Much of it was cryptic and distorted as each tome shaped itself to match the god it represented, resulting in books of dried leather or bubbling blood or wreathed in lightning. The languages used often varied to the gods own and could sometimes change midway through a book or wriggle on the page if they didn’t wish to be read.

The recent change of prosperity for much of the world had caused her to re-read much of the Oakborn’s story in hopes of finding something with which to aid her people before things become truly dire. As she reached over and plucked the most recent book, a simple volume of thin papyrus between mossy bark, she opened it to the most recent entry. As she read over the words she felt a sharp sting as they echoed back to her.

"I'm sorry, but the famine will not end today."

The words etched themselves on the thin sheet as she heard them reach her knowing that they were doing so on every current book in the room. The effect was rare and heightened by her reading something at an unusual moment but she felt the words repeated loudly from each book as she slammed the Oakborn’s shut and replaced it. The roar of the words almost caused her to stagger backwards before she regained composure and silenced the outburst.

Turning from the chamber she decided she’d have to see what could be done.

Alessa stood on a balcony staring out towards the western sea, her arms rested against the cold marble as she smiled softly to herself. The palace has been carved deep into the mountain chain with several such openings onto the sky which was fitting given that much of the space within was given over to those of more aerial nature than the majority of the nation’s inhabitants. Even so her subjects as a whole were barely a quarter in size compared with their rival; this perceived weakness had caused much strife on their borders at first till they’d learned to give them a wide birth but with the growing famine such sense appeared to have deserted most. Mainly since despite everything they were probably one of the least effected; they’d always made sure to over-produce their farms and such due to fact that much of their required sustenance came from magic itself while they still gouged on meat for the taste, which allowed for surplus to be used as a excellent source of trade. Even so they’d still rationed their food to better support those of the other mortal races within the borders.

A soft yawn escaped her lips just as the doors burst inwards, disturbing her contemplation as a broad shouldered figure entered with his boots echoing on the hard floor. His expression almost unreadable due to the metallic mask covering his features, but even so she could feel his annoyance and amusement.

”Your Majesty. There has been another raid on the borders.”

She sighed as she stepped away from the view, her hand lightly running through hair as thought back over the past few weeks. An ever increasing regularity for incursions though, thankfully nothing official from any of their neighbours. That would have been a nightmare, and famine or not the act of devouring mortals is rather tedious for dragons especially compared with more domesticated livestock and much more preferable as a treat than a diet.

”So. Who was it this time and how much damage did they do?”

There was a slight shift in his posture and she knew she’s caught the reason for his annoyance, not so much that someone had tried to invade but rather than they’d done harm to the nation. The raids were usually badly orchestrated by desperate souls are the lowest rungs of their society and doomed for failure.

”They came from the sea, took the small town by surprise and managed to avoid our golems in the bay. Thankfully we had a small patrol passing who were able to assist two of our brethren as well as most of the populous. Sadly a third of the raiders managed to flee with a large quantity of the settlements stock, requiring us to divert greater resources there. I’ve also stationed the patrol there for the time being as well as arranging addition patrols in number and frequency along our edges should more try the same. Or for them to official declare war.”

She smiled and then gave hearty chuckle with a light shake of her head.

”My dear Tristan, what would I do without you… Now, where are the survivors of this raid.”

”Very little, my Queen. But what was salvageable is kept below, a small handful of captives for your pleasure. The rest we have handed over to the kitchens for the rest of the palace.”

”Good. I’ll have to deal with these stragglers myself, take them apart till I know who sent them or if they were simply acting alone. Care to join me for a little snack?”

”Always, my lady.”

They both descended to a meeting chamber deeper into the mountain castle where five Merrows sulked in what amounted to a giant goldfish bowl. As they entered Tristan made sure to close the doors behind him before they began their interrogation.


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The doors to the chamber burst open and Alessa stormed out, her hair blazing brighter as her eyes glowed to match. She was a swirl of conflicting emotions; rage, confusion, fear to name but a few. She spun on the spot to face her consort as he carefully closed the doors behind them with a faint click.

”Make sure none of their flesh is eaten. I want the kitchens purged and all traces obliterated. Now, Tristan.

Her voice was stern but much calmer than she'd expected now that she was away from the madness she'd witnessed. Tristan for his part remained tight-lipped behind his mask and simply about turned and went to carry out his orders.

As his footsteps faded the queen sighed to herself and half slumped against a wall. Closing her eyes she could still see the crazed smile and warped look in the merfolk's eyes. Whatever had driven him and his kin to raid the surface world was worrying her more than she’d initially thought, and would perhaps require a more direct investigation. Pulling herself back to her feet she turned and walked down a side passage away from the chamber, her fiery hair flickering off the walls in the dimly lit palace. While it certainly amplified the ambient lighting neither she or Tristan had much use of it as their dark vision was crystal clear. This was made obvious by his sudden re-appearance from an adjoining passageway as he fell into step behind her.

Together they walked in silence for a few minutes before she paused before a rather plain door and lightly brushed her hand across it’s surface causing a faint glow from her fingertips to spark. The doors parted to reveal a reasonably large room formed entirely from faintly glowing crystals of all manner of colours, with each surface bearing a multitude of crisscrossing sigils and wards. As she stepped across the threshold into the room itself they all as one flared bright enough to blind for less than a breath before throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

”I’d rather not see this famine drive us to war, for while I do not fear our destruction I do fear what monsters it would make of us.”

She begins to gently move her hands around as she draws upon the arcane energies within the chamber before continuing to speak with her consort as he stands behind her.

”While we’ve had little more than a truce in place I’d rather see it remain than simply crumble, but if it is to be so then I would rather know for certain so that I can be sure not to hold mercy in my heart.”

The lights reflected in the chamber had become almost interchangeable as they spun and swirled around her, misting her breath as the temperature fluctuated from burning to freezing. She turned to face her companion as she felt his unease growing.

”I shall seek a meeting, in my absence you shall mobilise our forces and ensure our people are safe. Do what must be done should the worst be realised.”
Tristan didn’t answer her at first, hesitant of what best to say and instead he simply nodded and acquiesced to her demands of him. As he raised his head to face her again there was a faint noise like an intake of breath which filled the chamber with cloying silence as the lights winked out and with them vanished the queen.

Deep beneath the great seas of Pandeum several delegations of merfolk had visited the great king to ask for his help as their families were struggling and required aid if they were to survive. As such the great audience chamber over which his throne resided was filled with an impatient throng desiring to earn his favour in order to save themselves and perhaps some of those who mattered to them.

The hubbub of dissenting voices was half silenced as their heated arguments changed to cries of panic as they turned to see a slender woman standing in their midst, her hair reducing the water in the air to steam in moments as she simply smiled disarmingly at them each in turn. Several of them fell over each other as they tried to put as much distance between them and this stranger as they dared while the royal guard surged to place themselves between her and their king. Her smile never wavering she raised her gaze to where the king was seated and slowly walked towards him, the blades of the guard raised menacingly towards her.

”I come in peace, Marvo. I would have words with you, if you would be so kind as to call off your lapdogs. I’d prefer not to have to do so myself.”


Marvo, King of the Seven Seas - Throne Room - Pacifika - Pandeum

It was busy day in the audience chamber as he and his Queen sat upon their thrones listening to the many supplicants who have come before them. Of course many asked for food and other supplies to help starving families through these trying times. In return they gave vouchers for a predetermined amount of rations from stores. While this did help it was but a temporary fix that won’t keep the public satisfied forever. Marvo could only sigh as he saw the line of supplicants seem to enlarge rather than diminish.

Nadine looked to her husband with a sad smile. She tried what she could to comfort him but even she worried for the state of their Kingdom.

It was during this time that a stir, nay a panic, came over the citizens of the Seven Seas as they rush to avoid the vision of a woman on fire. Marvo stood and from what he could see and hear he knew who this fiery woman was. Only one fire could survive the suffocation of being submerged beneath the Waves and that was Queen Alessandra. Marvo was not pleased to see a Surface Dweller disrupt today’s proceedings, especially unannounced. The Royal Guard did run to defend Marvo as dutiful as ever.

In her own manner of speaking he knew that a confrontation would mean the end of many of the citizens and guards in the room; so he ordered his Mermen to stand down. The Guard returned to a neutral stance as they parted for Marvo to have a clear view of his guest. “This is a most auspicious occasion, Alessandra, never would I have ventured to guess that the Red Mage would grace my court on this very day. Though I regret to say that your visit comes at time where it is most inconvenient, and unwelcomed.” He spoke as he eyed the Queen of Ka’liran.

“However, I will not be so rude as to send you away. After all your words must have great importance since it brought you to this place. Speak and I shall listen...for old time’s sake.”

Nadine watched with concern as Alessandra made her appearance. She did not think it in the character of the Queen of the Dragons to come looking for a brawl. Yet her arrival is most disconcerting, for what reason could she have to meet with Marvo of all people? Whatever Alessandra’s answers may be, Nadine could already tell that none of it will be good.

”I’ve missed our games of regicide. It has been too long, Marvo.” Her fingers lightly danced in the air as an echo of times past formed between her and the seated monarchs. She smiled as she circled the dueling pair bent over the simple game board. ”There were always such a sweet reprieve from the weight of our responsibilities, however brief they might have been. Yet...” The game being played out is swift as neither player refuses to back down and their gambits become more rash. ”Yet for all that, we still ceased once the battle was no longer constrained by such simple boundaries.”

She dragon-queen smiled up at Marvo, her eyes flitting over his wife before returning to him as she shook her head. The phantom game faded at that moment, leaving the hall feeling empty for it’s passing.

”Conflict is brewing across Pandeum as it has not done in ages long past, and I would rather that they be confined to a game of regicide but as before I fear that time is behind us. Your people have entered my realm; slaughtered my citizens, burned their village and stolen their meagre supplies. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that this is not of your making, and I trust that this raid was a rogue element, but if war between us erupts then I will do what I must.”

After bowing deeply to both king and queen of the depths, Alessandra straightened up, a sad frown twisting her features.

”I do miss those simpler times, but do not mistake my intent. If war comes then the seas’ of Pandeum will burn before my kind perish.” With that final utterance the flames of her hair engulfed her and she vanished leaving a few faint wisps of smoke behind her.


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Marvo, King of the Seven Seas - Throne Room - Pacifika - Pandeum

Queen Alessandra's words burrowed themselves deep with in the Sea King's troubled mind. How could this have happened? Yes, his forces were mobilizing for war but no raids have been authorized by him. Any assaults on the Surface Dwellers had to approved by him before any action could be taken. He didn't believe that any of his military leaders are suspect, they would never dare cross the King in any sort of manner. It could have been the action of a few desperate fools but why Alessandra's lands? Marvo found it suspicious that her lands where invaded especially when lands like the Republic were closer and more fruitful for invasion. It didn't feel right, it feels as though something else was at work here.

Nadine spoke, "Marvo, is it true what she said? Did you have Merfolk pillage the Dragon Queen's lands?" Marvo looked to his wife and merely shook his head. The Sea Queen could tell that Marvo hid no truth from her, this was the actions of a few rogues. "What shall we tell the people? Obviously word will carry fast about this." Nadine questioned. "Yes, we should send word to the people that we have nothing to fear from the Kingdom of Ka'liran. At least...not at this moment..." Marvo's words trailed into silence. "What do you mean by that?" Nadine asked. "I must leave at once, tell the people that the King shall investigate this matter personally. That should provide some comfort." He spoke as he strode out of the Throne Room.


Marvo swam far beyond the borders of his Kingdom. While many believe the whole of the Ocean is Marvo's domain, the Blue Depths are indeed vast and not even they have traveled to it's every corner. Areas of the Sea that are uninhabited by Merfolk are instead home to many wondrous and yet terrifying creatures. One such creature is who Marvo suspects is behind this incident between the rogues and the Ka'liranians. He found himself looking over a deep abyss as he shouted, his voice reverberated into it's deepest crevasses. It was then earth shook as a flood of bubbles and air spewed forth. "COME GILDERATH!!! IT IS I! KING MARVO AND I WISH TO HAVE AN AUDIENCE WITH THEE!!!"

It wasn't long until a massive Sea Dragon swam from out of the darkness as it circled the Sea King. It's wingspan massive, it's sheer body size darkened the world around him. "Enough with the show, Gilderath, I haven't come to see you act intimidating." He spoke. "My, my, such that anyway a King should speak towards a fellow monarch?" Gilderath said with a smile. "You are no monarch Gilderath...even though I'm sure you liked to be." Marvo retorted. Gilderath then laughed as he reared his head,"Oh ho! And I suppose I pale in comparison to Alessandra in your eyes?" Marvo's eyes lit up. "So it was you?"

"It was I? Was it? What are you presuming, King Marvo?" Gilderath asked. "You're the one that bewitched my people to attack Alessandra's lands, admit it!" Marvo demanded. "DO NOT, make demands of me, Marvo! We may have a truce with the Pacifikan Royal Family but do not push the limits of our congeniality." He warned. Gilderath turned away from the King before he continued, "But I must admit, you are as intuitive as ever King Marvo, your suspicions are correct." He admitted as he spoke over his shoulder. "Why? Why would you do such a thing?!" Marvo exclaimed. "Why? The answer is simple, because I hate her. Queen of the Dragons, bah! We Sea Dragons do not recognize her as our ruler!" Gilderath answered. "So, are you jealous of her, is that it?" Marvo questioned.

"Jealous!? Of her!? HAH!! Such concepts are pitiful to the mind of a, we simply cannot tolerate her arrogance any longer. Her and all of her kin! The Sky Dragons look down upon us mocking us for the fact that we live beneath the Sea. Hmph, what they fail to realize is that we grow far larger and more numerous down here. And yet, they have the nerve to call us lesser?! PREPOSTEROUS!!!" Gilderath roared. "I have not come to listen to your complaints, I have come to learn why you've involved my people in your affairs!" Marvo pressed. "But Marvo, you've already involved yourself. Don't you remember? Or have you forgotten that you've declared war on the Surface World?" Gilderath pointed out. Marvo grew silent. "Perhaps I am not an expert on geography but last I remember it, that Ka'liran was apart of the Surface World." Gilderath chuckled. "What do you want?" Marvo asked, holding back his anger.

"Now that was the question you should've been asking all along. What do I want? Well, I want to help you! Like you, I too believe the Surface World deserves a reckoning...after all, their actions are affecting us as well. But, my brothers don't see any reason to help you or your people, unless, you agree to invade Ka'liran of course?" Gilderath asked. Marvo's stern glare was then turned to the ground as he asked, "And if I refuse?" "Well I guess I can't force you to invade Ka'liran even though that would mean going back on your word. But if you can live with that then I suppose we'll just have to eat the Merrows first in order to survive." Marvo's body stiffened as he tried to resist the urge to kill the Sea Dragon for his threat.

"And I know you don't want that, so why not work together instead? There's no reason that the both of us could not benefit off each other?" "And what could you possibly have to offer me, Gilderath?" Marvo rumbled. "Like us, we know you have an old grudge to settle." Marvo's eyes widened. "That's right, Marvo, help us and I promise you that Yogosh will fall to your blade!" He laughed. Marvo turned away from Gilderath as he thought about his offer. With the Sea Dragon's allegiance then punishing the Surface World will be that much easier. Yet, can he risk engaging Alessandra? Then again, if he can deliver Yogosh then his people will no longer be afraid and the world will be a much safer place with that undead bastard destroyed!

"What do you ask of me?" Marvo asked. "Invade Ka'liran first, distract the Queen's forces so that we may slip in and end her miserable reign. Have no fear for the Sea, King Marvo, the Queen will not scorch these waters...not so long as we draw breath." Gilderath assured. Marvo turned and nodded. "Excellent. My brothers will be happy to hear that you graciously accepted our offer. We shall eagerly await the battle call, the Sea Dragon Tribes are at your side. But I warn you now, King Marvo, dare not cross us lest you face the wrath of all Dragonkind." With those words Gilderath swam away leaving Marvo to return to his realm.


Marvo returned as he sent word to his generals, the orders are to mobilize upon the Kingdom of Ka'liran. Soon war will erupt and all Marvo could think of was Alessandra's words. He agreed, he too misses those simpler times.