ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
Mutare waited and through the eyes of his creations, he noticed that the fighting had stopped. He did know why but it has stopped? A shame. He was nearly done prepping his Garden and was hoping that Paloria's alliance would attempt to enter it. Still what happened has happened. Now the gods will focus their attentions oon him, for what he has done to Paloria. A noble gesture, but one he will need to avoid. He might lose his powers, or become imprisoned for thousands of years. No that won't do. There is just too much work. He would rather have everything burned and razed then start all over rather then waste time walking with mortals or rotting in a cage. H'Mog enters his lair and Mutare spoke.
"The war ended? Pity. Wished for more. Wanted to see how Garden would defend. To how effective creatures are at craft. Why have you come? For punishment? For favor? For debt?"
"The war ended? Pity. Wished for more. Wanted to see how Garden would defend. To how effective creatures are at craft. Why have you come? For punishment? For favor? For debt?"