[@Lord Zee]

	Dirka looked at her sister with a smile, then saw her lack of robes and her eye twitched but she kept her sanity and OCD in check. She stood up, brushed her robes off, and put her hand up as if about to explain something, then a temporary loop of this for two minutes. Finally she spoke. [color=#9400D3]"My proposition is this: I will give you a new school of magic for your exclusive and demented use, as well as an alliance between us, and in return I wish for the dragon you've imprisoned, for my own uses that is."[/color] She went to the wall with human corpses and grew into Anu's size. She poked a corpse that was fresh three times, then flicked it. [color=#9400D3]"I have a plan that will bring both peace, and war, to the entire world, and only you know of this. Pompous windbag one and two are planning to steal our power, control us like Ferron's tools, and keep us on such short leashes we won't be able to do what we do best; pure uncontrolled maddening [i]sin[/i]. I may believe in balance, but true balance is war. And war is full of sin, is it not?"[/color] She walked up to her sister with a insane and evil grin. She shrunk herself and floated around Anu'Varr. [color=#9400D3]"You are the only one that knows this thus far. I may be mad, but I'm smarter than most of the gods. You are childish, but you are pure. Pure is good for what I have planned, and as [b][i]equals[/i][/b], we and the other gods of Chaos will make this world perfect. You, me, Sommler, Oao, Iarus, Ragnadon, and if possible, Iva'krorh in an eternal fued with Gamation, Hyperion and their followers. Of course, Ones like Azheil, hayim, and Naswaru can be neutral if they wish, for they are ones who are attuned for neutrality. But if you accept, the world will be our playground. Those of Order will think they have power, but they will be the puppets, not the puppeteers."[/color] She grew to Anu's size again. She spit her green saliva on her hand and held it out. She had an evil, insane, crooked smile, and her eyes glowed with madness. [color=#9400D3]"Deal or no Dice?"[/color]

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	Deruga walked the old deer trail towards the edge of the Teeth of madness. He was closer to his goal, and closer to Dirka's greatest favor. He had heard stories of the other sorcerers that did great deeds for his goddess, all were given life in the rift, and power beyond normal. The mimics were lizards and birds, hanging off his robes and ramshackle pack. To pass the time, he had been writing a song to sing to his mistress, but kept getting frustrated with the lyrics, for he wanted her to understand his truest thoughts. The mimics were often making fun of him for this, even laughing at lines they thought were that of a sane man. They were right in a way. Deruga had lost little of his sanity to magic. Most of his spells were minor and relied more on ingredients rather than power of the mind. It angered him, but also made him one of the few that could hide themselves easily as a Jorgun(magicians term for non-magical outsider). "Let the trees glow brighter than ev- no that's pure sanity. It needs to be madder. I want to impress her, not bore her. Ugh, why couldn't I fall for a dryad or sorceress rather than a god? It's hopeless..." One mimic in the guise of a chameleon on his shoulder spit in his ear. "It's not hopeless you fool if you put your mind to it! But we truly do think that you have given yourself a difficult task. But we might be able to help you in your task, if you [i]trust[/i] us- yeah, no, just trust me. The others will make you do something stupid. But I could help you. I do know her likes and dislikes of you and other things." Deruga was hesitant, but he got on his knees for dramatic effect, placed the mimic on the ground, and pleaded with crocodile tears. "Teach me the ways of women, please!" The mimic and it's brethren grinned in amusement. It got back on the man's shoulder and sighed. "Fine, I will! Your begging is like a plague!" he made his throaty grinding noise that was a mimic's laugh. Deruga got back up and with a smile continued their journey. "Thank you. Now, my teacher, what's first?" The mimic laughed. "Let's start with how your best chance to woo her would be in the new moon celebration, due to how 'wild' she gets in the dark." Deruga left a trail of nose blood for a mile.