[color=a187be][center][h1]Gammaton[/h1][/center][/color][hr]
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A tall, frail-looking humanoid figure plodded towards the village of White Dawn. It was wrapped in an ill-fitting white cloak and leaned heavily on a staff with a dragonfly insignia. Hooked into the crook of its elbow it carried a basket. This pathetic creature was none other than Gammaton, God of Law, and Lord of the Flies, in his Dragonfly Shepherd guise. Gammaton had trekked almost due north for a considerable distance, turning west just before heading into Drakairos' realm. At the cold shore, he used his power to summon whales. Gammaton had a slight power over all organisms that lived in groups, more so eusocial insects, but eusocial insects could not carry him over the water. Fortunately, the largest aquatic creatures happened to live in schools. Since they were massive, non-ideal creatures for Gammaton to exercise his power on, he had felt a significant drain. But his business with The Honorable Iva'Krorh was worth the effort.

Gammaton quickly caught the attention of a few hunters who were chatting at the edge of the village. They lowered their hunting spears at him warily since they did not recognize him, and humans did not just pop out of the forest, at least not this one.

[color=a187be]"Peace!"[/color] Gammaton declared in greeting, casting no magic for the moment, [color=a187be]"My name is Lavtannoth, I am a traveler, an aged pilgrim seeking the vision in my dreams! I come seeking the great wall, and I bear gifts as a token of my sincerity."[/color]

The hunters led him towards the center of the village, where 'Lavtannoth' re-explained his purpose. The elder believed him, for he had arrived just a week before their own pilgrimage to the wall would commence, a most auspicious time that must be due to fate. The village gathered to see the newcomer, who slowly unhooked his basket from his elbow, and took off the basket cover to reveal small packets wrapped in leaves of a type they had never seen before. Dramatically, slowly, Lavtannoth continued, pulling out one of the packets and unwrapping it. Within the wrapping sat a golden chunk of honeycomb, the sticky honey leaving gooey strands on the peeled back parts of the leaves. [color=a187be]"Here is a gift, food from my lands, something not you, nor your children, nor your children's children, will discover the source of. Have some. It is sweet and healthy."[/color] To demonstrate, Lavtannoth reached with trembling, bony fingers to break off a small piece of the comb, transferring it to his wrinkled lips and nearly-toothless gums. At first, only a few brave hunters were willing to try it, but as the ambrosia stimulated their tongues, their pleasure became apparent, and before long, everyone wanted to try the new food, and it was all Lavtannoth could do to unwrap the leaf packets and hand them out. He laughed to see the joy of the villagers, deflecting their questions about the honey, deciding that keeping the knowledge from them was better for their curiosity in the long run. Besides, this place was far too cold for bees, too cold for insect gods even. Yet more than bringing sweets to the village, he had brought a new experience, something to make their minds race in wonder. And perhaps, by introducing an unplanned element, by bringing in the taste of foreign knowledge, by meddling in this cloistered society, Gammaton hoped to draw the attention of the village's Most Honorable One.