[color=a187be][center][h1]Gammaton[/h1][/center][/color][hr]
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[color=a187be]"Do not worry, the General Assembly will not be for...a long while,"[/color] Gammaton replied to Iva'Krorh with a hint of dejected defeat. As his honorable sibling vanished, Gammaton headed over to one of Iva's waiting gargoyle creatures. [color=a187be]"...as your master instructed..."[/color] Gammaton said, letting the creature lift him up unceremoniously by the armpits to carry him back to Simyalaymis, The Braided Jungle.

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Gammaton had been resting in the Administrative Hive after his last visit to the Library and his rather disappointing run-in with his sister, Lady Dirka. Her contract had remained unsigned, as Gammaton wrestled with what to do with it, and pondered why her refusal had been so adamant and unwavering. He kept trancing in and out of sharing vision with the flies that he and Iva had unleashed. For the most part, they hovered around human settlements, though they were much more widespread in warmer climates. Having a short life-cycle allowed them to breed and spread, breed and spread. But truly, neither he nor Iva had direct control of their movements. He watched and observed the civilizations and races that his siblings had made, feeling a pang of envy. [color=a187be][i]"Is this what it means to be a god? Have I been on the wrong path?"[/i][/color] he thought to himself. Somehow, creation for creation's sake did not appeal to Gammaton. Perhaps molding the existing cultures the way Iva did would be more to his liking, but there was something about that he didn't much like either. Besides, the threat of the mortals was too great.

Gammaton rolled over in his silk hammock. [color=a187be][i]"If Dirka does not trust me, then what of the others? What makes me untrustworthy?"[/i][/color] Gammaton's introspection was interrupted by a knock at the door of his adobe abode, prompting him to answer. Gammaton looked the silver Bishop up and down, reading the text. Gammaton felt that Lord Ferron was being overly cautious. Though Gammaton's influence had affected the Jungle, he did not formally lay claim to the entirety of it, reserving such formalities for the Administrative Hive alone. Yet this, followed by the offer of 'goods and services' from Ferron made Gammaton think. There was nothing 'physical' or 'material' that he could want from Ferron, no followers to arm, nor structures to repair. Then it hit him. [i]There is no one more dangerous than someone who has nothing to lose.[/i] That someone was Gammaton. Having no lands for which he cares to possess, having no personal creations, having no favored mortals, Gammaton was that someone. Gammaton's desires were intangible and esoteric, his weaknesses were therefore out of the reach of others. Other gods could be blackmailed, or have their 'things' threatened, yet Gammaton was free of these things. Perhaps this was why he was not trusted. They were afraid of bargaining with him because he operated on a different currency that they did not fathom. Gammaton would have to shelve this thought for later, and seriously consider creating things to give himself 'vulnerabilities'. After all, with nothing of his to attack, it left only the General Assembly open as the only way to oppose him.

Gammaton quickly pulled out a scroll, writing down an explanation that The Braided Jungle was a free realm for Ferron and the other gods to travel without offense, and that only entry into the Administrative Hive required permission. The note also stated that Gammaton would be happy to receive Ferron as his guest in the Administrative Hive and that all he requests of Ferron was a conversation. Gammaton handed this scroll to the Bishop to carry back to its master, and went back inside the Hive to await Lord Ferron's arrival.