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[warthunder]

Let me get something straight... nobody I met will know whom I am? I won't have any followers whatsoever?

Hm. I suppose it's a nice change of pace. It'll be quieter if anything. perhaps i can even get something done.

You wonder what that may be? Well you'll have to wait and find out. I'll scout out this place to start with. As for you? Get me something to slay and I'll be all good. Yes, That's an order. You think you're the one in command my dear Scribe? Then let me tell you something...

You don't command a god.

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[sonofthescribe]

Ah Cadeyrn... always such a pleasure.

[warthunder]

Áedán. Here I was thinking my day couldn't get any worse. Don't you have a whorehouse to visit?

[sonofthescribe]

Tsk tsk, such language cousin. Your mother ought to wash your mouth out. But to answer your question... Actually, that's none of your business. Don't you have a village to raid?

[warthunder]

At least I know whom my mother is.

I didn't get to this point by strewing my plans about. Whether I have my eyes on a village or not, you'll be the last to know.

[sonofthescribe]

Ouch.

You'll have a hard time finding one, that's for certain. Why don't you go back and brandish your sword or something? There's nothing for you to do here anyway.

[warthunder]

My sword is always sharp.

I'll be the judge of that. War is always present.

[sonofthescribe]

I wasn't talking about that sword.

Oh sure. No doubt about that. But in case you haven't noticed this place is a void. You'd be better off convincing your mun to get you into one of these games. Of course they'll take all your fancy powers away, rendering you mortal. But hey... gain some, lose some.

[warthunder]

You... what... dirty little... gah. [Almost, just almost foaming at the mouth at that comment.]

I swear that if you weren't the son of Altwidus I'd strangle you.

Then so be it. I'll bring victory everywhere I go.

[sonofthescribe]

And aren't I happy about that...

Good luck. You'd need it.

[warthunder]

Oh aren't you... Have an advice cousin, stop hanging out with Tel. He's poisoning your mind.

Gods don't need luck.

[sonofthescribe]

Oh it's not his fault. I just have a sex drive... that you clearly lack.

[warthunder]

I don't... lack anything. I just got more important things to do.

[sonofthescribe]

Whatever makes you sleep at night cousin.

[warthunder]

...you. [Thunder cracks in the distance.]

[sonofthescribe]

...and that's my cue to leave. Have fun cousin. Hope to see you around.

[warthunder]

The feeling is not mutual.

[jazzz]

Not the first time I’ve heard someone get all high and mighty about being a god...it usually doesn’t work out too well for them.

[warthunder]

I'm a god of war. I'd not back down.

[jazzz]

If you say so, I guess.