[centre][u]Vestec, God of Chaos

Might: 9

Freepoint: 3[/u][/centre]

Vestec's avatar tsked, waving a finger in front of where the Outsider's eye. "Just because you and your creator despise me does not mean everyone else does. Escre hates me because I made the Anju and he didn't like my help in keeping everything nice and balanced and not stagnating. Vowzra at least recognizes me as a necessity. Sauranath doesn't quite know what to think of me. Undasis is wary of me, but not hostile. Ferghus doesn't care, so long as I pay him for whatever I do. Astarte likes me. Svieland hasn't even bothered with me. And Arguis? Arguis might be tired of my actions but he has done very little to stop them or prove that he does. He even approached me for an alliance, can you believe that? For a being who claims to be driven by logic, your math skills are terrible I must say. You do know fear, Outsider. It's why you cower behind your cloak and mask. Otherwise you'd be walking amongst your Communion freely, wouldn't you?" 

It raised an eyebrow at the Outsider's incredulity. "If your Communion was being hunted by the Uri, would you expect them not to defend themselves? Would you expect them to not prepare for a trap every time they see the plant people around them, and then eventually kill them before they themselves can be killed? So it is with the Anju. And if you're sure in their powers, allow me to give you a gentle reminder. Even your 'monsters', as you call them, need time to use their powers. It doesn't take much to strike from the shadows and sever the spine, pierce the brain, the heart, or any number of things that would prevent your monks from using their weapons or powers. Or to cause infighting amongst them by simply appearing as one of them. Or to appear as a respected member of the local town council, screaming about how your monks killed a man in cold blood. Humanity, having been shown nothing but a penchant for combat and secrecy from your order, is remarkably willing to believe a few lies." 

"The Anju have learned, my defiantly scared friend. They no longer hunt alone either, or just wait for the Communion to come to them. Who knows? Some of them might even be in your Order right now. Your god isn't here to alert you to spies in the midst, after all, and the well doesn't differentiate between souls."

"Regardless!" Vestec's avatar clapped it's hands together. "It is good that you're finally learning to trust your Communion. Walking around in that mask and cloak must get terribly tiresome, I imagine." 


[b]Meanwhile, with Ferghus.[/b]

Vestec tilted his head at Ferghus, considering whether or not to actually pay the god or just see what would happen if he didn't. "Well, that depends my dear Forgemaster. You tell me what you want. Of the top of my head I can make a Forge in that volcano of yours become chaotic, allowing you to create weapons like the Blade of Chaos. Most of my followers will likely follow in Viscardi's footsteps and pray for a weapon from you and why not give the followers of chaos a weapon of chaos? Also, what things will end badly if I don't? I might just let you do what you please, because it will be amusing. I can't be the only one to cause Chaos, after all, and I can't just let my followers be exempt from it and only cause it amongst others."