[@Aristocles]
"How does one ban worship? Do they hunt down and punish those who they consider to be violating that law?" He paces, agitated. "So....I have to register him as a 'legal god'? He'll be upset about that....." He sighs, his eyes turning white. "I don't want to anger him....." He mutters under his breath, wandering. "Why would they listen to a foreigner anyway? I've only been here for a few years....." He rubs his forehead. "Sem is a god of Carnomancy, not Necromancy. There is a difference, slight though it may seem....hum....The Reaper won't be happy about this....and he's....horrifying when actually angered." He shudders when the memories come to mind. "It's never good for anything living nearby..."

[@bloonewb]
He walks to the window, his glowing eyes staring out over the city. "Which sector is it?" He cracks his knuckles out of habit, his eyes flaring dangerously for a moment. "I'm not sure....far more then I'm used to. I think the last count I saw was at least five in this sector alone. I can't say about the rest, but it's rising." He rubs his chin thoughtfully when messenger runs up. He nods, and a liquid black armor flows out of a chest, shifting and rippling as it conforms around his body, solidifying for a perfect fit. He picks up his hammer, the head glowing, and slings it over his shoulder. "I've been in the forge more often lately, fixing weapons. I found an unusual glyph that I want to test later, but until I get the spare time, I'm keeping it locked up." He chuckles. "What's your definition of 'red discipline'? If you mean my [i]urge[/i] to pound the ones who interrupt my work into dust, no. If you mean how many [i]leave[/i] without injury, yes."