[centre][u]Vestec, God of Chaos[/u]

Might: 9

Freepoint: 3[/centre]

Vestec shrugged. "You call them atrocities, I call them entertainment. Toys, mortals, they're all one in the same to Gods. Despite your claims, I suspect the stars won't go out because of your distress at our methods. Not all of them are dragons, and not all dragons are yours, remember. And besides, I'm the God of Chaos, remember? You make something orderly, I have fun with it. Just because you're disturbed by it doesn't make it any less enjoyable." He looked at Astarte and chuckled. "Of course, help is always welcome." He returned his attention to Sauranoth. "The dragon isn't yours. Astarte wasn't doing anything wrong. All in all, your interference is puzzling." 

Meanwhile, Vestec's avatar stirred to life, looking around until it found the Outsider. It's eyes changed color with the same chaotic randomness as Vestec's body. "Invidia! I feel like we should talk. Last time you had your god around to protect you and that made you unreasonably aggressive. Being sheltered from any repercussion of a loose tongue does, that.  I have done nothing to wrong you, have I? Your Outsiders are hunted and butchered, true, but you already responded with making your communion hunt the Anju. Of course, they've adapted as well as you have. For everyone one you kill, two recognize and fix the mistake. It'll be an eternal war, I'm afraid. Not to mention, the other races, especially the humans, primarily view both of you as monsters. Though your communion has been working on that, hasn't it? Tell me, why do you still wear your mask and hide  your true identity from your followers? Do you not trust them? Do you fear meeting the same fate as your predecessor?"