[h3] Reverion [/h3] 'Something is stirring. It is as if a wall has been penetrated...' The black-winged god thought to himself, then Bloodbeak would storm into the scene. "My lord! Your faithful servant wishes to report that there is trouble! The mistress has sent out warnings to us, I have ordered your faithful followers underground!" Bloodbeak exclaimed in a satisfied manner. "Good. Whatever this disturbance is, while I am not here, you will be in charge of overseeing Harrowfane. I will leave and find the cause of this disturbance and unroot it." Reverion explained to Bloodbeak. "As you wish my lord!" Bloodbeak bowed deep enough that his beak touched the floor. "One more thing, Bloodbeak. I need you to establish yet another site of worship within Harrowfane. Closer to the water, yet underground. And I need you to deliver these two things to Cawcax." Reverion used his divine power to form two artifacts, one in each hand. One was a ring the other was a dagger. "B-but m-my lord! Your allmighty greatness and wisest of all gods! What are these things and why should that ungrateful fake-beak Cawcax be given them?" Bloodbeak said in a concerned manner. "It is a ring which makes it's wielder into an undead for as long as it is worn. It will prevent him from death if he so desires, yet he is prideful. He would never accept the blessing from me in person. This way he may feel... unbound." Reverion explained calmly. "My lord! Pardon me, but why are you gifting that good-for-nothing rulebreaker?" Bloodbeak asked. "It takes strength to oppose a god, in his very temple surrounded by many others. Defiance against what is out there, I see parts of myself in that. For whatever may be out there and created us must be strong. I will never bend the knee and throw away my principles. Remember my words well, Bloodbeak. And find admiration in those which distinguish themselves, for only together can a chain of links be strong to bind things." The god continued and then handed his follower the two artifacts. "I.. yes milord! But what is this wespon?" The elder fowlfolk vampire asked. "It's a weapon for unmaking. It is like a single tooth in a jaw, but it will work on other mortals. If a mortal ever poses a threat to him, he may use it in defense." The undead god smiled softly. This dagger would be a precursor to something greater, something which he would wield himself, but perhaps it's destined talons would in the end fall into the hands of a mortal. "Understood my lord!" Bloodbeak squeeked. "I will now go and deal with this disturbance, and if necessary, I will undo it." The god reached with his hand into his own chest and took out one of his ribs, he allowed his divine energies to surround it as it began to take it's shape. "Behold the unmaker!" The god held out what could only be described as a swordspear. Bloodbeak's eyes shimmered. "It is magnificent milord! It truly reminds me of you! Then again it was made from you... I mean no disrespect milord!" He added and bowed many times quickly. "Get your fellow kin underground in an orderly fashion and tell them to brace for any possible attacks upon Harrowfane." The dark god hurled himself up into the air, his newly made weapon in hand, his sight towards the great tree and beyond. Whatever had decided to cause a disorderly ruckus would have to be subdued. He suspected El'Zadir may have already moved towards it, and Anatu, the goddess he had met after her may also be there. Albeit at a distance. He knew that he had to be on the offense this time around, but it was for the sake of defense. [hider=Summary] Summary: Reverion converses with the fowlfolk hero Bloodbeak, handing out some orders and artifacts, while arming himself. [/hider] [hider=MP] MP: 7/7 -1 Holy site created (Gloamshore) -1 Dagger of vampiric drain (Artifact boosted by undeath) - 1 Ring of turning (Turns the wearer into an undead) - 4 Godsbane artifact ( The Unmaker, a swordspear.) 0 MP left. [/hider]