[center][h3]The Coming Storm[/h3]
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[color=Peru][b]The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations
Level 4 God of Crafting (Masonry, Carpentry)[/b]
12.5 Might & 0 Free Points[/color]
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[color=00BFFF][b]Storm's King; The First Gale; The Embodiment of Change
Level 3 God of Change (Air)[/b]
23.5 Might & 3 Free Points[/color]
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[color=0072bc][b]Vizier Ventus, Majordomo to Zephyrion[/b]
Level 7 Hero
 >34 Khookies [/color]
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Vestec, level 4 God of Chaos. The Execrable Chaos, The Devil
8 Might, 1 Freepoint.
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The clink of porcelain plates and the ruffle of feathers marked the advance of the horde of Fallen Angels and Hain. Yet as violent and dangerous as they seemed, they were fairly weak. Perched high atop a tall tree was Teknall, unseen to all mortal eyes. With his own eyes and Perception he watched as the forward scouts came too close to a herd of Urtelem, and alerted the stone men to their presence. The Urtelem, sensing the violence which reeked from their unwelcome visitors, were stirred into a rage. While the scouts could fly safely out of reach, the Urtelem rolled up into boulders and charged towards the incoming horde. At the warning of the scouts, the Hain turned and ran, scattering into the trees and hills before the Urtelem could arrive, while the Angels soared skywards to safety. About a dozen Hain were found and killed, each crushed in a single blow, but the rest managed to escape and regrouped an hour later some distance ahead.

Teknall, watching all this, smiled inwardly. If these warriors were scattered so easily by a small handful of Urtelem, then they stand no hope against a whole army of them [i]and[/i] his champion, who would rain arrows upon them from behind fortified walls. The only hard part would be containing them. The Hain could be trapped if he sent Urtelem from all sides, but the Fallen Angels would be more difficult. He would need to find something which could contain them, something which could fly, maybe even with command over the winds itself. But there were still several days to arrange that.

There was one thing that did need immediate attention, though. Two other Hain villages were threatened by possible paths of the horde. Fortunately, protection would be fairly easy. In person he descended to an Urtelem herd near each of those villages, and in their language of stony grunts, hand gestures and dancing he instructed each herd to settle, at least temporarily, in and around their respective Hain villages. They did so, and while some of the Hain might be annoyed at the intrusion into their space, this measure ensured safety for them and their villages.

With preparations against the horde of Fallen Angels and Hain made, Teknall turned his attention to the other Vestecian hordes, flitting across Galbar to find them.

Must jarring and formidable of the hordes was not a horde at all but just one individual. Yet this individual stood as high as a mountain, had festering boils, and in its arms and on its back carried a horde of corrupted Urtelem, humans, and another race of humanoids, varied in sort. His footfalls shook the earth. His strides overcame all barriers. Occassionally he stopped to let the horde he carried crawl off him and raid a village, if he did not crush it under foot instead. The terror of this beast would make the hearts of even the bravest mortals tremble. And this unstoppable force was heading due east, for the Valley of Peace.

There was a moment of panic for Teknall as he struggled to find a way to defeat this foe short of smiting it himself. Yet as he looked around, he realised that the solution was already in motion. The Angels of the Valley of Peace, who were still pure and uncorrupted, were preparing for war, led by a mighty seraphim. And Jvan's Sculptors were leading herds of Urtelem towards the impending battlefield, making use of the gift of communication he and Jvan had given them not so long ago. And given the unmissable stature of this horrid foe, there would no doubt be other challengers. While this battle would be the biggest and most difficult, it was also the best attended. Satisfied that others were already dealing with it, Teknall moved on.

He found another horde marching south-west from the Changing Planes, along the western coast of the Fractal Sea. While nowhere near as imposing as Grot, this horde was still terrifying in strength. In it were about a hundred Ashlings, those accursed creatures, and about fifty people made of ice, yet disciplined and equipped as though they were well-versed in the art of war. And on they marched, threatening to wipe out all sentient life living along the Fractal Sea. And there existed many Hain villages on that coast. Teknall could not allow them to continue.

He descended to the ground beside a herd of Urtelem, not too far from that dreadful horde of Ashlings. This horde would be no pushover, but at the same time Teknall had designed the Urtelem with fighting Ashlings in mind.

The Urtelem saw the Hain appear amongst them. Normally they wouldn't have given him a second glance, but this Hain had an aura about him which radiated an authority they could only dimly comprehend but were compelled to respect nonetheless. Their attention gained, Teknall communicated with them in their own language. Between earthen grunts were gestures of shaken fists, thumped chests, somewhat more elaborate gestures denoting specific types of creature, and a dance which traced out locations. This language he and Jvan had set up, while less efficient at communication information than spoken languages, was strongly emotive, which worked well with the Urtelem who were themselves highly empathetic beings. In this dance Teknall told the Urtelem of the many evil-black-powder-rocks which had come together into a massive herd to fight and kill. The watching Urtelem were understandable outraged, and they wasted little time gathering themselves before they curled up into boulders and rolled off to where Teknall had told them to.

Teknall repeated this several more times, until he had mobilised a little over two hundred Urtelem, thus depleting all the Urtelem in that region. Teknall had carefully choreographed where he told them to go such that they would all meet at a point somewhere ahead of the Ashling and Pronobii horde, and thus be ready to attack as a single group. Due to the distances he had to search over to get the required quantity of Urtelem, the two forces would clash in two days' time. And it would be a terrific clash, a battle royale to the death. It pained him to think of the losses which would occur on the side of the Urtelem, but to fight such enemies was their primary purpose, so such losses would have to be borne.

While Teknall had been establishing all these things, though, he noticed another threat which had come from the Changing Plains, although it was not a marching horde. Instead, it was gangs of elementals, powerful djinn of the storm corrupted by Vestec. Teknall knew that Djinn were powerful beings, greater than any of the other mortal races, even more powerful than his Urtelem, and were not to be considered lightly. Fortunately, they were generally more concerned with other elementals than the rest of the mortals, so usually the people of Galbar only had the collateral damage of their battles to worry about. And at the moment this seemed true for Vestec's Djinn too, for he watched as they hunted down another powerful elemental, overwhelmed it as a group and then divided its vital spark amongst themselves, before flying off and hunting for another elemental. But Teknall knew that this was only the beginning. If they weren't contained they would grow ever more powerful until they threatened to upset the very balance of nature on a global scale.

While Teknall did not have the skills or connections to arrange some way to stop the Storm Djinn, he knew someone who did.

He manifested inside one of the halls of the Celestial Citadel and announced his arrival. [color=Peru]"Zephyrion! I need your assistance."[/color]

The Master of Change, however, had other engagements. Teknall had come at an awkward time, for Zephyrion and Ventus were in the midst of an explosive quarrel.

[color=0072bc]"He is not slave to you; far from it, more like a son, for look at this gift and symbol that he left for you!"[/color] Ventus asserted, gesturing to the Fractal Ocarina that hung in the air, kept suspended by the raging winds of the djinn and his lord. [color=0072bc]"Such art is as humbling a farewell as any, and betells of a love he had for you that was surely not even reciprocated! You-"[/color]

[color=Gold][b]"Silence!"[/b][/color] interrupted the god's thunderous voice. [color=Gold][b]"Lifprasil was charge to me! Forsooth, he remains bound to this house by honor, duty, and mine own proclamation eke that of his own father. I shall not suffer [i]this[/i] disobedience wherethrough he insults us all, leaving without so much as a farewell, much less allowance.

Regarding [i]love[/i], it was through these such slights against the will of myself that he brought about my ire. He resisted and opposed learning ifsoever I tried to imbue it into him, and now stands living proof of failure on mine part. It is not meet that he venture out now, marring and disgracing the reputation of his forsaken master-"[/b][/color]

Neither of the two seemed to so much as notice Teknall's presence, so preoccupied were they by their bickering and the question of Lifprasil's flight.

Now it was the Vizier who interrupted his lord, [color=0072bc]"And herein my stance rests, proven true! You care not for Lifprasil, moreso for your own repute! You think that it a show of weakness that you did not trap him here, break and remake him, and finally send him out as nary more than a reflection of yourself. Alas, by good fortune it was not! Letting him loose with nothing more than the blessing of the wind shows only true wisdom, kindness, and acceptance--the recognization that you are not perfect but have done so well as you could nontheless. Now, in your speech you begin to sound a villain just so much as this 'Logos'..."[/color]

Zephyrion's fury was palpable, yet he did not so much as think to strike down his loyal Vizier. Perhaps Ventus was the only one that could speak to him with such audacity and fear no storm, but even so, the god did not respond well. The Windlord roared with a force that shook the sky, [color=Gold][b]"Liken me never to Logos!"[/b][/color] The air calmed. Zephyrion slowly regained his composure, and went on softly, [color=Gold]"I know that I am not so different to him; the starkest difference is simply that of legitimacy, of humility, and...and..."[/color]

A pregnant pause filled the room. Only the soft hum of the two's winds broke that irrepressible silence that might have reigned.

[b][color=Gold]"We shall speak more of this another time, Ventus...for now Lifprasil will wander as he may."[/color][/b] Zephyrion adjusted himself slightly to point his eyes toward the waiting figure of Teknall, Ventus following his master's gaze. With a start the Vizier gasped. How long had Teknall stood there?!

[color=0072bc]"A thousand sorries be due ere redemption! Good lord Teknall, prithee pardon our speech--it was not proper that you endure the assault of such venemous spittle,"[/color] the words instantly poured from the djinni's humbled and mortified mouth, stopping only when Zephyrion interrupted him with deliberate quiet and slow.

[color=Gold]"Dearest brother, I beg forgiveness as well. I humbly beseech you to keep such thoughts twixt those in these rooms, and speak nothing of what you heard.

That austerulous event now past, now I can properly ask what brings you here."[/color]

Though the argument had been ferocious, not only in words but in the winds which billowed in their anger, Teknall was not visibly disturbed. He dismissed the matter with a wave of a hand. [color=Peru]"You are forgiven. I have come to request your assistance, regarding the hordes Vestec has unleashed upon Galbar. As you have surely noticed, there are many corrupted djinni and elementals, yet I have nothing suitable for stopping them. And if they aren't stopped now, then they will surely grow in power until almost nothing can stop them."[/color]

The softness in his tone entirely banished by now, Zephyrion answered back in his usual voice--loud and almost condescending in its level of self-assuredness. [color=Gold][b]"The djinn were created precisely so that they would be left to their own devices. I do not intervene in their affairs, for to do so would compromise the ever precarious and delicate balance that I created so perfectly in all of my foresight."[/b][/color]

Ventus knew his Master's argument to be absurd; precarious was not enough to describe how delicate this 'balance' was, and Ventus knew that his master, in all his infinite 'foresight', had not even intended to make the so-called lesser elements. His intent had been merely to create beings of air to control the weather, and yet through his carelessness he had similarly created beings that reigned over everything from plate tectonics to volcanic eruptions, floods, and even thunder...but of course Zephyrion would claim that all of that had been part of a grand plan that dwarfed the machinations of any other.

Ventus' face betrayed these thoughts even though he said nothing. Meanwhile, Zephyrion had been similarly thinking to himself, and now continued, [b][color=Gold]"Furthermore, I do not think it meet to disrupt dear Vestec's plans. Splendid Teknall, do you not think yourself the rude one and the aggressor in this ordeal? Through your dogmatic belligerence you would provoke Vestec and thwart his attempts to find meaning and entertainment, all in the name of simply spiting him? Hah, perhaps this would be a most fitting reaction for the likes of the foolish Vulamera or another of her ilk, but against one so amicable as Vestec? What villainy would you wreak?"[/color][/b]

Teknall had not expected Zephyrion to be quite so unhelpful. But of course, Zephyrion liked Vestec, didn't he? Clearly, he would have to speak more carefully if he were to get any help at all. He looked at Ventus, and saw the expression on his face. Teknall's own face was less transparent to his thoughts, but perhaps the fact that it was a solid porcelain mask contributed to that.

[color=Peru]"I assure you, Vestec will have his entertainment in full,"[/color] Teknall said after a moment's thought. Carefully he suppressed his rage, for while the thought of Vestec taking pleasure in destruction made him seethe he knew he needed to be political. [color=Peru]"For don't you realise that this war is all a game to him? He does not care about the hordes he has sent forth. He just wants to have them fight, and he doesn't care what gets destroyed in the process. I'm sure someone as wise as you would be able to tell that Vestec [i]wants[/i] us to send armies to fight his own, and you would have also noticed that if you don't take some kind of action then he will settle for tearing apart that precarious and delicate balance you have created amongst the elementals."[/color]

Zephyrion briefly stopped to consider this: the idea that Vestec had created those armies without so much as caring whether they were victorious was a peculiar one indeed, but was it really so alien to make an object with the full intention of it one day being broken by another? Ah, Vestec was a clever one! This was indeed a very crafty plan that he had devised, sure to bring entertainment no matter what happened. That being said, no mere game could be allowed to disrupt the equilibrium and precise balance that had been made manifest by the will of him, the Supreme Being. 

In the end, Zephyrion found himself simultaneously bemused by this new outlook on Vestec and irritated that Teknall, probably rightly, said that Vestec might take a liking to disrupting nature's balance.

With what might have seemed like preposterous ease, Teknall had swayed the First Gale, even if it did not quite lead to the result that he might have hoped. [b][color=Gold]"I have ruminated upon yours words and decided,"[/color][/b] Zephyrion began after his brief pause, [b][color=Gold]"that perhaps you are right! This all does smell of one great game that Vestec created, and a fun one at that! You and I will have to find armies of our own to join in on this war and fight in our names, lest the mortals forget our glory or relegate us to the same status as those lowly divines content to do precisely nothing.

But in the meantime, I will indeed stop Vestec from disrupting the fragile dance of the djinn. Vestec, amicable and competitive, simply does not know when to stop I fear! But this is no matter; I will see to it that these 'corrupting' djinn are pruned from the flower of my grand creation. In fact, it is long overdue that I bring order and rank to my House."[/color][/b]

Once again Zephyrion paused for a spell, as if wondering to himself just what he would do.

[b][color=Gold]"Yes, I think I shall raise a guard of my own to carry out my will and maintain this equilibrium. Through my guiding eye and knowing direction they shall be made a force to be reckoned with, swift and sure as lightning!"[/color][/b] he declared. Just when Teknall might expect Zephyrion to take an abrupt leave and see to that at once, he boomed out, [b][color=Gold]"Ventus! Make this so!"[/color][/b]

The Windjinn scurried out of the window to carry out his Master's bidding, bringing into fruition the vision of a truly organized order of several powerful djinn--something that had hardly ever been established before.

Zephyrion now continued on to Teknall, [b][color=Gold]"This is why I adore Ventus so! When trifles like this demand attention, he can act entirely in my stead and leave me free to divert my attention to more deserving things, such as this new game of Vestec's! Long have I contemplated what I might do with those beings of my creation, the ogres as they call themselves, and here I am delivered answer: I will enter them into one of these 'wars', that they may compete against Vestec's creatures and fight to prove my glory and supremacy. But they need not fight for me alone! You could help me prepare them for what is to come, carving the mighty bow from the mere branch of wood...and in return their victory would honor you too! What say you?"[/color][/b]

Teknall flipped up the palm of his hand, pleased by the offer to help another sentient race. [color=Peru]"Ah, the ogres. I have been so busy that I have only glanced them in passing, but I will definitely help prepare them. What I have seen of them indicates that they could be fearsome warriors, perfect for fighting the armies of Vestec."[/color] Teknall's hand closed back up and lowered it as he realised the consequences of what he had said about the ogres. Fiercesome warriors they would make indeed, but not only for fighting Vestec's armies. Given Zephyrion's temperament, they could easily become just like Vestec's hordes. [color=Peru]"Although there is no rush. Even if they could be armed and trained fast enough, none of Vestec's armies are passing through the territory of your ogres. For the next few days I will be busy coordinating my own forces, the Urtelem."[/color] Teknall let out a jovial chuckle, [color=Peru]"Perhaps you have me to thank for providing such an excellent template for your ogres. I think you would enjoy watching as my Urtelem crush the horde of Ashlings in a couple of days in a brawl of great proportions and ferocious intensity."[/color]

Teknall moved to one of the many verandahs abutting the hall. [color=Peru]"I would love to talk further, but as I have said before I have much to do and not much time to do it in. We shall meet again some time."[/color]

[b][color=Gold]"How poetic that the Mason flies with more haste than the Storm! You will learn patience and the joy of deliberate slow one of these days, brother, and when that dawn comes you shall be sloth indeed! Faretheewell, Teknall,"[/color][/b] Zephyrion offered back.

Their farewells having been said, Teknall turned, put a foot onto the railing, and in a single push launched himself into the air, flying through the stratosphere like a bullet.

Yet he did not return to the ground immediately, for he had one more thing to arrange. It took him no time at all to locate Ventus, and barely a moment more for him to be flying alongside the windjinn. [color=Peru]"Hello once again, Ventus,"[/color] Teknall greeted, [color=Peru]"I have a small additional request for you, if you are willing."[/color]

The Vizier was taken aback by the god's sudden appearance at his side. So powerful as he now was, scarcely anything ever outpaced his flight or appeared unexpected. Nevertheless, the djinni's quick mind chimed back with nary a pause, [color=0072bc]"Through service I bloom, like lilacs in spring."[/color]

Teknall clapped his hands together. [color=Peru]"Excellent. Come this way and I'll show you what I want you to do."[/color] Teknall veered his path towards the north and flew off, travelling at a pace which the Vizier could maintain.

Ever straight, his words dry as the Firewind, Teknall had a way of speaking plainly and with the sharpness of a honed tool. It was droll in a peculiar sort of way; the words of he, Astarte, Vestec, and the like stood in contrast to Zephyrion's endless formalities and embellished mannerisms. Still, Ventus too took to speaking with a sort of...finesse that he subtly wished others might reciprocate. Nonetheless, the djinn followed in silence and hoped that Teknall's vision did not pierce into the depths of his mind.

Soon the two were floating high above wooded hills east of the Gilt Savannah. Beneath them were about two hundred armed Hain and fifty Fallen Angels, advancing onwards under the impetus of Chaos. [color=Peru]"Here is one of Vestec's hordes, crawling across Galbar and scouring it of life,"[/color] Teknall explained, notes of anger and disgust present in his voice, [color=Peru]"I have set up an ambush for them, one which I hope will destroy them surely and completely before they can bring any more suffering. However, you will note that some of them have the power of flight, while my forces are constrained to the ground."[/color] Teknall flew ahead of the horde and beckoned for Ventus to follow. A few days' march ahead of the horde was a village, one which had rings of logs and spikes being set up around it. [color=Peru]"This is where I plan to meet the horde. My servant Gerrik Far-Teacher is fortifying the village and preparing weapons. Many herds of Urtelem shall surround and close in on the horde as they advance. What I want you to do is create a storm, or a great wind or something which will force the angels to stay close to the ground, such that their advantage is reduced and they can not escape."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"This is to fight with a twig whilst a spear lays at your feet. I see why you ask that I and the mortals fight: Vestec would never suffer you to intervene directly. But why settle for a wind that would merely bring them low when one could flay their flesh and tear off their wings?"[/color]

Teknall considered this new idea for a moment before nodding. [color=Peru]"Alright. You may fight them directly as well. Such can only help ensure the thoroughness of our victory. Gerrik Far-Teacher, the Urtelem, and yourself will be an overwhelming force to these enemies of the peace. There are a few more days before the horde reaches this point, and in that time you may do as you wish. But make sure to be here in time for the battle. Is that alright with you?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"When the time comes, a storm will assail them without relent. They will know the meaning of divine fury. 'til then, I am bound yede in service of Zephyrion. Organizing my kind will be no small task, so I must work with what moments I am given."[/color]

With that, the Vizier was borne far away by his task, searching for the strongest and surest of djinn to recruit into Zephyrion's guard. This upcoming battle might be a fine test for the first few members of this new holy order.

Teknall watched as Vizier Ventus departed, and was content in the knowledge that victory was all but guaranteed for this battle. For what army could possibly stand against the might of two Heroes and an army of Urtelem?

Then he perceived something new, something excedingly powerful approaching the horde. For a moment he clutched to the hope that it was something set on destroying the horde, but that hope was dashed when he realised that this thing was overflowing with the essence of Vestec himself.

The horde was suddenly stirred into an excited frenzy. Stone weaponry was thrust to the sky and shaken as the horde howled. If one could listen, they would have heard a name being chanted over and over. "Vestec! Vestec! Vestec!"

The Avatar took the lead of the horde, its dark power radiating outwards.

Panic filled Teknall's eyes and his head flitted from side to side. [color=Peru]"No, no, no, [b]no![/b] This is bad, very very bad."[/color] Nothing he had would be able to stand against an Avatar. Not the Urtelem. Not Gerrik. Not Ventus. It had all been too easy, but now all that he had prepared lay on the precipice of destruction.

Vestec appeared next to Teknall, floating upside down. "Teknall, my friend! You may have just noticed my Avatar at the head of the horde. Its going to corrupt all the Urtelem and slowly torture the Hain to death. Then the visions will be sent to you and Kyre. Now, if you want to stop this and go back to your business of smashing my horde to bits, convince Kyre to agree to my deal. I'll slow down my armies, and he'll owe me two favors. Not even bad favors like 'Rape Niciel' or 'Destroy the Hain'." Vestec giggled. "Of course, he might view owing me anything as a bad thing."

At the appearance of Vestec, Teknall's fear turned to anger. One pair of eyes bore into Vestec burning with hatred, and it took all his willpower to not summon his adamantine maul into his clenched fists and strike Vestec down right then. His callousness and giggling only stoked his fury. Teknall raised a fist and bellowed, [color=Peru]"You use innocent lives as bargaining chips, and to add insult to injury you consider it a joke!"[/color]

"Not a joke. Just amusing that a God who speaks so often about his honorableness and radiates it with every twitch, is so willing to callously sacrifice hundreds of Hain lives just so he won't owe me." Vestec giggled again.

Teknall was breathing heavily. He could have continued his rage, but he saw the futility of it. Shouting at Vestec would not make things better. Slowly he lowered his fist, and took a deep breath. He lowered his gaze and turned his head away from Vestec, and thought for a minute. [color=Peru]"Kyre has refused before, hasn't he?"[/color] Teknall said.

"Once so far." Vestec said idly, spinning around Teknall.

He sighed dejectedly. It was with great reluctance that he uttered the following words. [color=Peru]"Will you accept a favour from me in his place? My favours involve making you something."[/color] Teknall strained for a moment before adding, [color=Peru]"Making pretty much anything."[/color] He did not want to do anything which might help Vestec, but he wanted to stop him from slaughtering all the Hain even more.

Vestec paused, considering the offer. He rotated himself rightside up and landed in front of the Craftsman, looking at him. Suddenly, the God of Chaos shot his hand forward."Very well!" Vestec took Teknall's hand and gripped it. "This mob will be slowed in return for one favor." The air seemed to ripple around the two Gods, binding them to their agreement. 

The Avatar held up a hand, and the Horde stopped. Soon they began to spread out, making a rough camp. Vestec looked back at Teknall. "You have a month or more, then my Avatar and the horde will arrive."

[color=Peru]"In your haste, Vestec, you didn't stop to listen to my terms,"[/color] Teknall said, [color=Peru]"I care not for a few extra days. The outcome will be virtually identical if I have 3 days or thirty to prepare, so a mere delay is not worth a whole favour. What I want is for you to remove your Avatar from this war, such that the mortals and civilisation will have a fighting chance."[/color]

"Ah, ah, ah." Vestec said, wagging a finger. "It's too late. You already agreed to take Kyre's place in his deal. This horde is slowed. That was Kyre's and I's deal, only for all of them. We're bonded in the eyes of Fate and Amul'sharar to our deal. One favour for one horde slowed down." 

If there had been a table, Teknall would have slammed his fist upon it. But being midair, he settled for waving it at Vestec and roaring, [color=Peru]"You dirty little trickster and thief! You knew very well what I wanted!"[/color]

Vestec tilted his head at the God. "You're not suggesting that you're going to try and spite them, are you? That'd end very badly for you, brother. I don't want to see you be destroyed." For a moment, the God of Chaos was serious, his colors slowed and darker. Then it was gone in an instant, replaced with his normal patternless color changing.

Teknall's rage cooled back to a simmer, although it would not subside fully for a long time. Vestec was right in this case. He had been vague when striking a deal with a vagrant like Vestec, and had paid the price. He snorted, [color=Peru]"Very well. But you will pay for your deceit in due course."[/color]

"If you want me to get rid of my avatar, make Kyre agree to my offer. I'll even lessen it to one favour for removing the Avatar. Two if he wants me to slow down the gigantic Grot. Three if he wants me to slow down the Pronobii too. Those are my terms." Vestec giggled. "I'm sure you can be convincing!"

[color=Peru]"Will another favour from me do to remove the Avatar?"[/color] Teknall asked, [color=Peru]"Just to be clear, favours from me involve making something."[/color] He did not relish the idea of owing Vestec another favour, but he didn't want Vestec's Avatar slaughtering everything even more. And he suspected that even now Kyre would refuse to give Vestec a favour.

Vestec paused, thinking on the offer. "Hmmm, no, I think I have enough favors from you. One month Teknall. Then my Avatar arrives." His colors pulsed in a fast, excited, manner. "What a lovely game! A race against time. Can you convince Kyre before my Avatar arrives? Time will tell!" Vestec giggled, clearly enjoying himself.

Teknall huffed. [color=Peru]"Fine. I shall speak with Kyre. Now begone from my sight."[/color] It seemed this matter would have to be dealt with the hard way, unless Kyre could be convinced to cede to Vestec's demands. Teknall made an about face and flew off into the distance with a supersonic boom.


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[*]It is observed that the Hain/Fallen Angel horde is rather weak, as a single Urtelem herd could make them scatter.
[*]Teknall protects the two other villages under threat by them with a herd of Urtelem each as deterrent.
[*]Teknall finds Grot, but leaves him be as others are already dealing with him.
[*]Teknall finds the Pronobii and Ashling horde, who are threatening the entire West coast of the Fractal Sea. He sends about 200 Urtelem to fight them.
[*]Teknall finds the Storm Djinn, and decides he needs help, going to the Celestial Citadel.
[*]Zephyrion and Ventus have a heated argument about Lifprasil's unannounced departure.
[*]Zephyrion is convinced by Teknall to control the Storm Djinn, so he sends Ventus to create an order of several powerful djinni to be his personal lynch mob.
[*]Teknall talks to Ventus, shows him the Hain/Angel horde, and convinces Ventus to fight in the upcoming battle involving them.
[*]Ventus leaves to fulfill Zephyrion's command to make an order of djinni. (Might to be spent at a later date)
[*]Vestec's Avatar joins the Hain/Angel horde, and Teknall freaks out about it.
[*]Vestec comes to strike a deal with Teknall regarding the horde and Avatar.
[*]Vestec makes a binding agreement with Teknall, that in exchange for one favour the horde will be slowed by one month. This wasn't what Teknall intended. (-1MP for Vestec)
[*]Vestec insists that in order for him to remove his Avatar, then Kyre must agree to give him one favour.
[*]Teknall departs to look for Kyre.
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Might Summary
Vestec: 7MP and 1FP
Others unchanged.
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