[center][sup]The Rise of Kul[/sup][/center]
[center]Smor’Gen’Blok[/center]

Numbers were power, but in the most superfluous of ways. Hi’Wor was [i]almost[/i] someone Za’Kul felt he could undermine and outsmart. Almost. Hi’Wor was--as his name not so eloquently hid--a man of conflict, and if that was the language he spoke, that was how Za’Kul would bargain.

“No one in all Smor’Gen’Blok like Wor’Boa. Your father reason for Smor’Gen’Blok pitiful state. Other tribes already plotting against War’Boa.” whether it was true, Za’Kul didn’t know, but the whispers from the outside world trickled into the deepest caves where there meaning could be bent, twisted, molded in secret between the smaller tribes. Corroboration and unity was built in darkness better than it ever was in the light.

“Slaves not what Wor’Boa need, Wor’Boa need Kul. Kul have eyes in deep tunnels. Hear things. Know places in Deep Tunnels even Wor’Boa not know or reach.”

Za’Kul cast his eyes [i]passed[/i] Hi’Wor, a subtle dismissal of the oaf--a small play toward his underlings. They were the ones Za’Kul needed to convince with his pitch, not Hi’Wor. Za’Kul continued,

“Kul get to come freely up to higher tunnels, War’Boa get information from Kul.” to risk the welfare of his people on the strength of a lie; it was spontaneous and detrimental. But, he had said what he said, and now he had to stand or die on that lie.