The Wanderer stands there with his mouth wide open for a long time, not speaking.
Finally, he splutters:
Hazen, I think your person from Earth was very wise.
The fate of that world is a good indication of where this kind of talk is leading.
A world of ruins, destroyed by magic and nuclear weapons.
Acererak's Apotheosis would be bad, but to destroy our world with magic and weapons would be worse.
(The Wanderer then turns red with fury, and looks at the God Emperor. He roars)
Who do you think you are?
The Great Kingdom of Aerdi annexed the Lone Heath by military force.
We never agreed to any such annexation.
Then, when the Dark Union formed, it again annexed the Lone Heath.
You have the height of arrogance - Gods, they call ME arrogant?? - to state that my people - I should say the people under my protection, for they are not MY people - are your citizens?!
They are NOT your citizens!!
We did not vote to join your Dark Union.
We did not ask to join your Dark Union.
We don't WANT to be in your Dark Union.
You are a boy who plays with magic he presumes to comprehend, and calls himself a great ruler when he sponsors Olympic Games of Torture.
You dare to call ME a traitor?!
YOU are a traitor.
(CAUTION - the Gloves come off now. The Wanderer is really going to let everyone have it. This is strictly IC.
But the demand by the God Emperor for the Wanderer's extradition as a traitor has caused him to lose it, in a fit of fury)
Forrester of the United Commonwealth of Toril makes you look like a piker, O God Emperor!! (he sneers that word.)
Forrester personally ate elven children, while they were still alive!
Forrester, ordered his troops to eat all the elves, alive or dead.
Forrester, singlehandedly exterminated the entire elven race of Toril!
And all of you ...
(The Wanderer looks around with deadly anger)
Your Alliance of Oerth, works with him.
Your Alliance of Oerth, has sacrificed the people of Oerth, OUR PEOPLE, to protect him.
I watched as you gave him the secrets of 10th level magic!
You call Acererak bad?!
Yes, he killed several hundred thousand people, devoured their souls, and seeks Apotheosis.
But Acererak did not kill MILLIONS of people, exterminate an entire race.
You are FRIENDS of this person.
You ask this person for aid!
You welcome this person with open arms!
(The Wanderer whirls.)
You're no better, God Emperor.
You'd sell out our people to Forrester and the Torilians in two heartbeats.
So would you, Kas!
Lieutenant of Vecna! Kas, the Lieutenant of Vecna!
Do tell ME how good and noble you are. ALL of us know the horrific crimes you committed, again and again, gleefully, as the right hand man of Vecna!
People massacred, people tortured, people terrorized, the whole Suel Imperium cringing in fear under the boot of Vecna and his lapdog, Kas!
So, let's see:
We have Forrester the Torilian, who eats elves.
We have Kas, Lieutenant of Vecna the Mad Dog.
We have the God Emperor, a boy who plays at being a Divinity, and takes my lands by force, then calls me a traitor because I don't like it.
And we have the Alliance of Oerth, which works with Forrester, welcomes him with open arms, and calls him a good man.
(The Wanderer starts laughing hysterically.)
And you are worried about ACERERAK??
Why, he'd be perfectly at home, if he were standing here right now.
(The Wanderer glares at the God Emperor)
You'd start a war, over my people, and in that war you would wreck our world, and then Forrester would come and conquer us all.
Maybe then, YOU'D end up on the dinner plate!
(He turns, and points at Hazen)
Or YOU might be the main feast.
(He turns, and points at the emissary of the Black Brotherhood.)
YOU most certainly would be dessert!
(He looks to Kalanyr and GnomeWorks and Hazen.)
You both have supported me, and I thank you for that.
I appreciate your efforts as well, Hazen.
But you should all put away your nuclear toys, your magical toys, and your weapons, all of you.
And you, O God Emperor, should shut your mouth, for children shouldn't speak when their elders council silence!
What we should do is STAND TOGETHER, AS THE PEOPLE OF OERTH.
For, although the average Torilian is a good person, their leadership is bad.
I don't care if they say they've had a change of heart.
I don't forgive mass murder, no matter how long it's been since the event.
I know the Torilian Leadership for what it is.
They want to come and take over our planet, and treat us as they treated their own.
If they treated their OWN so badly, just how do you think they will treat US?
But who will listen to me?
I'm an old man, a hatemonger, a raving lunatic.
So you say.
Well then, say it and be done!
Kalanyr, GnomeWorks, if you will still help me, let us teleport to the Lone Heath, and save my people.
Let us go NOW, and free my people from the mad clutches of the God Emperor.
And then, if the God Emperor wants to throw a childish temper tantrum, he can do it without my people being at risk!
(The Wanderer, having blown off all his steam, quiets down. Which is good: he is beet red, and his breathing is coming with difficulty.)