contributed by Nicolas D. Schapira
After the battles of Drewsport, Yirhug had learned so much about the tribes of Der’al. Instead of being enemies, the Dead Unit respected them. The social contract that the people of Drewsport shared between Pirates, Dead Soldiers, Immutables and Earther civilians was impressive to his impressionable mind. He felt it could be spread across Der’al if the Olgogs were only open to it.
Then he realized that he didn’t really understand a single thing about the faith of the Shield of the Redeemer, the Church of One, the Drummers of the Thunder Gods, or any of the other faiths practiced in Drewsport.
So he sent a messenger asking: “What is your faith?”
He set aside a place where those who would come in the name of peace could share their thoughts and faith. Yirhug expected visitors, but not all at the same time. A few came, but none wanting to talk. They were waiting to learn, just like Yirhug.
The first to arrive was Yawgmond, of the Devotion of Krodnock. Yawgmond looked upon the building in which this meeting was to take place. It appeared to have once been a large ship, but was now set much farther inland than the docks of Drewsport. No longer did it carry passengers and cargo across the seas, but now housed them on dry land.
He snapped his attention back to the mission at hand. He hadn’t come to Drewsport to look at buildings. He was in town, and in front of this building, on an invitation. Yawgmond had come to Drewsport to spread the word about the Devotion.
He walked in.
Yirhug greeted everyone as they walked in, asking them to sit or stand, whatever made them comfortable. He asked those that gathered to be patient, allowing an audience to build and speakers to arrive.
Looking around the lobby where Yawgmond was sitting, there were a few chairs set up in a semi-circle against the back wall. The only chair occupied at the moment was the one he was sitting in. There was a small gathering of civilian 'gogs near the front of the room, who had gathered to learn about the newer religions in the lands.
Yeung Ling was posted in Drewsport. He had a mission (or two). First, keep an eye out for irregularities. Second, to take care of the ‘toy.’ So the tall man in dark robes was standing, minding his business, when he heard of a gathering formed of people talking faith. Being curious, Yeung followed the trickle of locals entering the meeting space. As he entered the building, Yeung’s dark eyes narrowed as he removed his dark hair off his forehead, revealing skin that has seen much of the sun in its time.
He did not say a word, but instead kept his thoughts to himself as he was seated, waiting for something interesting to happen.
The next to enter was an Earther. Khalid Phoenixkiller looked at the veritable pup who called together the meeting. He knew a red fur when he saw one, had even led them into battle a long long time ago. Now this red fur was walking the path of the Bladed Sun? Khalid didn’t expect him to survive long. But he needed a little help and he would need allies, and Khalid knew just the rogue Quall Queens to contact. It would take a little convincing and Khalid almost felt bad for any easily impressionable youths in the audience.
Khalid’s thoughts were interrupted when Kolgol entered the room, accompanied by an imp servant who padded along behind him, carrying a large bag of supplies. The little creature had a hell of a time lugging the overly large bag around, and it cursed in an alien tongue. Silencing the imp, Kolgol glanced around the room, making note of who was there, and settled quietly into the back, wanting to listen to those would speak before him.
The final two guests arrived at the same time.
The first was a giant blue skinned cambion, known as Rogarth Daesdamon, who felt uncomfortably tall as he stood alongside the Olgogs and other faithful as he entered, particularly alongside Sir Mag’Nrs, the Morgothian. Their reasons for attending couldn’t be more different. Rogarth wished to serve the Balance; Sir Mag’Nrs was working in Unen to treat those hurt in the Pirates War and establish the ministry tent provided by those that he saved.
Rogarth was attending the gathering to share information, Mag’Nrs was fulfilling his duty as a Morgothian while learning about his native culture during his stay in Unen. The Olgog language itself was new to Mag’Nrs, and the young dark paladin was surprisingly excited picking up any pieces of it, such as the meaning of Der’al and how it expressed the origin of the Olgog. This pilgrimage was getting better and better. The irony of entering the building at the same time as Rogarth was lost on him.