A naked rotting female smiled, and then spoke in a dry whisper, "I do find this whole plan to be utterly delicious. Succeed or fail, just the poetry of it makes it worth it."
But all the niceties in the world do not change the fact that we are two kings vying for the same lands. The same resources. Niceties do not solve our problem.
As Chief Surveyor Brower's assistant, it was often Montock that brought the group messages from their handler. And on this night, the young man brought a thin bundle of parchment, folded and tied with twine.
"So, this blood sucking tree...haunted by the soul of a slain vampire, had been plaguing the area are Marchen for quite some time." It seemed like more of a statement than a question, but Sympos answered anyway.
The homes of savages were tore apart. Many of them died that night. The soldiers took from the village and the women by force, what likely would have been given freely.
There was murmuring between those present. Closed after 500 years? Had the Rangers of Oth failed to protect the Gate? Who was left in the ruined world to attempt such a thing?
Shade asked, "You're sure?"
Rene answered. "If both you and Jack agree to this, then I will witness your duel. If for no other reason than to keep both of you intact and alive. And what young woman does not want to have two...
Francois took his seat behind his desk. “No, not the Orb. I’m afraid we have no idea how it works, and only Zuc-Swaine himself knows its mysteries. But there is a book…”