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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 1982329" data-attributes="member: 2561">Galeda sat in observation of the TEC summit, he was not surprised at Iuz being found guilty, but the following events were a tad hard to stomach. His jaw hung open, not because he was about to eat something, or because he was yelling, or even vomiting (though he probably wasn’t far from it) but because he saw one of the pact members, the very founder of the pact in fact, kill herself in front of all the other pact members.“So this is why Hachiman insisted on not joining the pact,” he muttered to himself, “Guess Queen Eclavdra can’t really help her people with her essence irrevocably destroyed. What a fine example for all the other drow to follow, a sense of determination which can drive a woman to destroy her own soul rather than give her people the leadership they need. Yep, things could have been done better here.”He continued watching, though out of morbid curiosity now rather than any urge to have Nippon and Zindia join the pact. He sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration when Iuz challenged Morwel.“Well isn’t this grand, a demigod of lies and deception, having been unable to successfully lie and deceive, would seek to take down another powerful being with him. We’re just paving the way for the Whispered One here,” Galeda’s pessimistic mumbling continues, followed by a groan when Morwel accepted the challenge, “Well, that’s everything I need to see.”Galeda leaned back and telepathically contacted Hachiman with a report on the summit thus far.*          *          *          *          *Hachiman sat, stringing his bow. Back when he was a mortal the warrior cast were known for their marksmanship before they were known for their skill with the sword. He was no exception, having a far greater mastery of the bow than the sword he often carried. Made from mulberry wood, and heavily enchanted, it had long served him even after he ascended. And now he would need the bow again.In truth, war was not the only reason people had faith in him. He was also the demigod of agriculture, and when he wasn’t on the battlefield he was granting plentiful crops and filling the fish nets of his faithful. Back when he was mortal, a very long time ago, it was not only his terrifying prowess on the battlefield that he was known for.But that was not the time for reminiscing, Gallador had granted him an audience, and us much as Hachiman may have despised whatever the vampire lord stood for, he desired even more to minimise the threat pose by the Whispered One.“The enemy of my enemy may in truth be my enemy, but at least they too want the greater threat dealt with,” he told himself.Hachiman paused, and his expression changed as Galeda got in contact with him and explained the events at the summit. He shook his head sadly, and then carefully unstringed his bow. He had to take care of the now more pressing matter at hand.</blockquote>

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