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@Cerebrate  
in the past day or two many stonemasons and stonecutters had risen to the call, and kae had finished her rune marking of the land. Druids had been sent to gather Wyldstones, over 15 havig been gathered, creating a kill radius for the rot of about 800 feet in all directions surrounding the henge
 
Furion, we must sheild it in the event they bring siege weapons to bear upon it.

@EclecticInspiration  
“at the moment, a being of drive, determination and smarts prepares to make her move, she can dodge a lot of the problems, and deal with the rest, but a core of the king’s guard, loyal to Tau even in his current state, will stand with him regardless. that will be a clash of champions you do not wish to be in between… however shortly after, before power is consolidated, we can make our own move.”

@Cerebrate  
“What- how in the world did you manage that? Couldn’t’ve all been suckers- you picked them for a reason, after all. Ironic death awaited someone in his name to make life, though.” The irony of this situation couldn’t have been planned. A+. “So what would you have me do? You mentioned your pet- it isn’t time to make our move, is it?” She raises a brow, still somewhat smiling from their mutual absurdity a moment before.

@EclecticInspiration  
a dark laughter echoes through the room at that.
 
“everyone needs a hobby my champion, and i always wanted to know what someone born with my mark could do. ten thousand years and every last one of them was celibate, can you believe it?”

@Cerebrate  
“You misunderstand. I appreciate you whispering in my ear but it’s better to see you face-to-face. I’d think someone as interested in relationships as you would get that.” That sounds a bit like a joke.  
This possible joke is funnier considering she’s glad to meet death himself in person.

@EclecticInspiration  
the head leans down over the throne, overshadowing the rat.
 
“you have? how interesting, i figured you would be anxious to take a seat on a different throne, that of my little pet lion.”

@Cerebrate  
She bows, for once doing so like a noble or royalty might, rather than as a peasant; perhaps not because of her intent to be queen, but because of the wyrm’s status. She rises. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

@EclecticInspiration  
behind the throne was what looked like a pool of pitch, literally black as a starless night.
 
Worm: “it suits you to walk like a queen, my chosen.”
 
from the pool rose a black serpentine mass, revealing itself as the worm, and clarifying the reason it was called the dragon clan as that was indeed not a worm’s head.
 
“I am the worm, the taker, the breaker… death manifest.”

@Cerebrate  
Aye, although calling her old where she can hear it may not be the wisest idea, even if there’s a good chance she won’t act on it.  
She makes her way to the throne room as requested, walking straight in rather uncharacteristically. It was odd to enter a place like a normal person, albeit not terribly so.

@EclecticInspiration  
the depictions showed mostly victories of the old clan, including Agniya tearing a particularly massive treant apart, though she was clearly in the bloom of youth then.

@Cerebrate  
“You’re strong here- I could just about navigate the place blind…” She heads in, first gazing upon her surroundings with great interest, but quickly speeding up as she walks with purpose.

@EclecticInspiration  
it was nearly a day’s travel but soon the fort came into sight the surroundings looking hostile, and thorny vines clambering up the walls.
 
Worm: “ah, you feel it don’t you? the rot is strong in many places, but it is strongest here, the wyld only permitted enough presence to let the balance up, not so much that it rebels. i can speak to you personally at the throne room, i feel it is time you saw me truly.”

(it’s RAT time, fool-things! immense tail-swishing)

@Jinx  
(i know that feel, in fact the mud from the pieces of land our machines drive on can be baked into roof tiles, so it is the nearest thing to concrete.)

(Ive been cleaning up machines full of mud thats packed like concrete.

@EclecticInspiration  
(ah)

@Cerebrate  
(I am available because today’s plans did not go according to plan.)

@EclecticInspiration  
(?)

@Cerebrate  
(I’m here. I broke their software. That’s not true but it sounds good.)

(i know eclectic is unavailable for now, is anyone else here?)

@Cerebrate  
“Good- I hope it stays that way. I’ll be off, then.” And so she’ll make to leave, mount her birb, and get going.

@EclecticInspiration  
“we’re doing quite well here, for the moment in any case.”

@Cerebrate  
“I’m glad you know about it because I’m not totally sure what I’ll be doing there yet. I learn as I go. Did you need anything done here?”

@EclecticInspiration  
“ah, Dragonshold, the largest gathering and sacrificial ground for anyone that follows the rot.”

@Cerebrate  
“You do excel. Since you seem to have things covered here, I’ll soon be on my way then. I’ll be going east to what’s left of the old capital,” she informs her.