Jackal Among Snakes

The god of flesh and blood, Chiteng, filled the role of a god of fertility primarily. Men were intended to pray for virility. Women were intended to pray to prevent their children from being disabled physically or mentally—specifically, they prayed that the flesh and blood of their children was sculpted to be both beautiful and strong. Supposedly he made the figures of all men and women. All the elven gods took sacrifices, but Chiteng supposedly used the bodies to craft their children inside their wombs.

When Argrave looked back from where they’d come, he could see the shore no longer. Soon enough, the blocky throne of ivory came into view past the fog. It had been difficult to see from so far away, but there was a small white harbor leading to an entrance with a door well familiar to Argrave. The whale swam up alongside it, planting its broad head against the smooth stone. Argrave and Orion stepped up onto it. When they looked back at the whale, it sunk into the deep and disappeared before their eyes. Argrave wondered what else was lurking beneath in the deep beside that whale—the player could never swim in there. He didn’t care to find out now.

When he looked upwards, Chiteng peered down at the two of them. He seemed to exert pressure with his gaze alone that almost made Argrave want to drop to his knees. Perhaps it was just his size, but maybe there was something more to divinity than mere power. Argrave felt entirely a fraud calling himself ‘king.’ But he did call himself king, and that came with certain responsibilities. So, he had to begin.

“Are you interested in an early victory in the struggle to come?” Argrave asked boldly. Though he felt intimidated standing closer to the divine figure, the fact he had been brought here suggested there was some leeway he might have.

The god leaned forward until he hunched, placing his arms atop his knees. He said nothing, but only stared at the two of them, waiting and watching. Orion shifted uneasily, and Argrave gave him a glance, pleading that he would do nothing to provoke Chiteng.

Argrave looked back up at Chiteng. “I was able to reach you because Gerechtigkeit is targeting the region, specifically. He’s bearing pressure upon the Bloodwoods strong enough that an ancient god has been able to enact its will on the land itself. This has destabilized the situation tremendously, and if left unchallenged, the forest itself will die—the forest that you and your family made for the elves.”

Chiteng tilted his head from one side to the other, still listening.

slowly and clearly so that his nervousness did not cause him to stutter. “Whoever it is clearly has no interest in cooperation—they intend to destroy the forest to make way for their domain. I can give you an advantage in this situation. With my presence on the mortal realm, I can facilitate

leaned back on his throne and laid his head back, chuckling. Slowly the laughter faded away, and taking

themselves to blame when their limb receives an injury from those already present. And if you think me incapable of actually doing what I claim to

Argrave, all the mirth drained from his elven face. His hand clenched around the armrest of his throne, and then his lips parted, saying two words that echoed across the entire ocean. Two words,

“Kirel Qircassia.”

come to the conclusion that it was an elder god behind all of the trouble in the Bloodwoods—nothing else could come close to that kind of

threat of Gerechtigkeit. It was a stage of opportunism for the gods, true enough. But just as some people sought protection under Argrave, some gods sought protection under other gods. Kirel was the self-proclaimed eldest god, who allegedly had been through the judgement cycle hundreds of time before. To be fair, the claim

total autonomy, but they had to fight together against Gerechtigkeit and all outside threats. Infighting was strictly forbidden. Beyond that, they were free to do as they pleased. It was nothing more than a defensive coalition. When its founder and enforcer was Kirel, a force in and of himself, a defensive coalition was nothing to balk at

would certainly be laughable if a mere mortal wandered into your domain, claiming to have the key to deal a crippling blow to the leader of a divine faction that had persisted for many of the cycles of judgement. Argrave didn’t think he was wrong in claiming what he’d claimed—that the elven gods, working in tandem with true presence in the mortal realm—could expel Kirel. Making some roots overturn the earth and suck up saltwater was potent, relatively speaking… but it was a

Coalition had come to recognize

the other, in endless ambience. Argrave was running down his list of favorite curse words. He could remember more than he usually could. Even if he had been prepared for this… persuading Chiteng? Persuading all of the elven pantheon to go after the heaviest hitter? Even if he told the elven gods that he knew both their favorite color

of the impact. We’ll… have to submit to them. If we’re lucky, we’ll be dealt a good hand.

total defeat settled over Argrave, some

or six by weakness of will. Self-pity does nothing for no one. No