@Okelkinam12
“or they see your task fulfilled in bringing them into the world and want to make sure they only know their own version of the truth, starting to think sending you back is not in your best interest.”
the train had by now hit a good pace, the other prisoners finally relaxed.
Cabalite: “you know what? you trader boys aren’t half bad, i’ll let our empress know of your help.”
Ecclesiast: “much as it irks me to agree with a hell priestess, your aid today will be remembered.”
Teslatic: “we’re not going to be ungrateful either, swing by the technologist nations sometime and you’ll get a discount.”
once they all retreat out of earshot again, the uruk Minotaur grins at her.
“basic networking, invest effort, and look forward to profit. completely forgot to introduce myself, i am trade prince minos, don’t tell anyone else, mylady.”
@Jinx
the eastern Jungles were a wild and exotic land, as if all the life that doesn’t exist in the badlands was put here instead, towering over it all are ancient cities of the formidians, long taken as residence by the serpents, who eagerly take advantage of the still intact floater technologies and hellish magics, that is how the slithering King was able to send his distress message, it was a hail mary attempt to find aid against the cult’s encroachment. for all the skill the snakes posessed and all the ability of their guards and living statues, the truth of the matter was that the cult had numbers beyond reckoning and the Serpents lacked the ability to burn so many so quickly.