Chapter 24:

Chapter 24: Scrap metal has its uses, nephews only when they are loyal.



The World of Clashing Blades is dump and its on fire. That is generous to say for fire at least cleans messes and kills fools but it is what it is.

This world is divided into two factions and the scrap metal we need to steal.

The two factions are the Sword Clans and the Sword Cults and I cannot decide which is more mentally retarded, for at least the cults have the excuse that the Goddess of Boredom took their minds.

The Clans can't claim that.

'I believe we have actually found the shittiest blade world where they sent all the mentally ill to continue being mentally ill because someone loved them and didn't want to kill then for being ill.' I sang to my younger siblings.

It wasn't an exaggeration, The Cults acted as they normally should, the Clans have half a brain and I'm not sure even that half is working well.

There's from our guesses and estimates roughly 17 million pieces scrap metal on this world. The most numerous group is 20.000 and we're heading for them.

The Clans and Cults all number around 120 million each and are in a constant endless war with each other. This is normal on scrap planets even if the number of idiots is higher than expected. What is not normal is that the Clans are nor making use of the scrap metal, even as the cults do and the scrap is actually still loyal to the Pantheon.

This is such an obscene level of mental retardation I cannot explain by anything but the fact that the people here and their ancestors have all been sent here because they exhibited the greatest levels genetic mental degradation possible in Eldar and have been sent here to not pollute the rest of the gene-pool.

There's 17 million souls that can learn to use a blade, can attack from places most eldar don't think of defending and they are willing to become loyal pets to an Eldar that still holds faith in the Pantheon if given the chance to and from what the idiots Guraith just finished flaying the soul for information knew they are begging for it.

Not a single damn Sword Clan took them up on that offer for 150.000 years that there has been scrap on this world. Not one single Eldar that claims to still be loyal to the Pantheon did so and the scrap begs for it.

'We did brother, I did not imagine our people can lose this much mental capacity.' Marsa said.

'They didn't, they just forgot to use it for anything but swinging a blade. Maybe it's the laws?' Guraith interjected as he finished making sense of it and introducing us to the local laws.

There's nothing in them forbidding it.

'You are right brother, they were sent here to not pollute the gene-pool.' Aesan was the first to sing as we finished internalizing the local laws and customs.

They are annoying but we need scrap and plenty of it, and this world will give it to us the fastest.

'We deal with it, this only makes them easier to fool, but we can't cause a proper Apocalypse here.' I said.

'We're here for scrap metal and I'm tempted to do so myself, but we can't give the Unborn Divine the chance to act freely. We need to follow the local laws and leave fast and before it can arrange too much nonsense.' Guraith interjected.

He was right, this atrocity would continue to serve its purpose, we're not here for correction, we're here to scavenge. The former can come after we're done.

Scrap Metal and Scrap Swords are too different categories of the same type of entity, the eldar equivalent of abhumans and we call that scrap.

Scrap metal is when they don't have control over a significant part of the world, Scrap Swords is when they do for one needs to be molded and the other can be used as is.

This world only has Scrap Metal.

'A duel.' The elder triplet stopped as we went through the jungle and near a lake and a waterfall. It had been going for a bit it seems.

'There's sirens there, we can take them as our own and use them to get to their settlements and act as translators for whatever language they speak.' I observed.

The Three sirens were preparing the oldest of the trio as a sacrifice to the cults for favors. The clans knew and hated them for it when the scrap metal was doing whatever they could to survive.

'Think they are hungry and shifting habitats?' The middle twin asked as tried to figure out how and when to intervene.

We've been watching it for an hour.

'If so, we can offer plenty.' I observed.

Now that we were no longer trying desperately to run and were no longer willing to accept separation and death as a way to escape we specialized our packs.

Mine held food brick synthesizers as we expected that without Maton, the scrap will need food and they are the best that could be made that make it in perpetuity and we know how to make them.

The local scrap are Sirens, we know of them as those with potential to become them have been seeded on various worlds to act as scrap metal for any brothers and nephews. They are the best scrap species we've ever used across time and space because they are loyal and we repay that, so we make more of them for our needs.

Of the seven scrap species we've ever used in the past and remade they're the only one that has not betrayed us once and each time we use them we give them Galaxies empty of life in another reality for them to rule over and let them be. We have done so thrice before and the poor things deserved every single annoyance they made for us, so they are favored and one of them even gained membership into our organization as an Elder Sister.

I was told in the crystals that they were even considered to be made as a vassal species like the Necrons were after they lost the 'Vassals War' after the 'War in Heaven' ended, or perhaps secondary species in the empire but we need to deal with Slaanesh and its nonsense first to deliberate on it. I know my answer and its going to be yes to whatever they want from the two options.

They deserve it and more.

One of the cultists died in the second hour of our observations. The sacrifice is getting ready.

'This will be annoying.' I sent.

The rules are simple, if you want to kill people you first announce yourself before you strike and your allegiance. If you don't or speak lies and there's Maton nearby they will block your first five strikes and won't block that of your enemies.

So I need to tell my allegiance, good thing I don't need to share everything or I'd be dead.

"You dare show your face and feast on that which is mine SWINE? I Bessar, filial disciple of the family of the Laughing Blade and son of the Silver Hand and my lesser siblings will kill you for your insolence and take that which is ours!" I shouted pouring all of my frustrations I held for this world on the idiot.

I made sure my voice came from the other direction the blade hit, a hilariously simple trick that works in 9 out 10 fights and wins them for me. It worked this time as well as she died in one hit and she lost her head.

I ordered the Maton to leave, I do not need them here and I gave them an order to cut some trees four kilometers from any body of water and each make a house while only using their hands. That should keep them busy and away.

I turned towards my new slave and spoke, she had work to do, but before she needs to make herself presentable.

"Slave girl, tell your helpers and guards to present themselves and to make you whole again, remove your manacles, clean and dress yourself. Once you are healed and dressed appropriately and there is none hiding in ambush we can talk."

'We do not have healers with us mighty one.' The sacrifice whispered in song.

She was scared but her servants obeyed. The sirens sacrifice their leaders or noble equivalents and keep control of their societies by keeping the proper grooming of sacrifices as part of the bloodline and thus maintaining the need for themselves to be so.

"Brother Aesan, heal her," I spoke.

They had an annoying way of speaking here, and I needed to fit in until we find a cave to hide in from the outside and tell them of their damnation.

He did so with only a single nod. He is the best of us at healing so he should be able to regrow the missing bones skin and breast in a few minutes as she had prepared that part of herself to be easily removed so there were no jagged edges.

"We thank the young hero for saving our mother." The older of the sacrifice preppers said as they presented themselves. Both were also as naked as her mother and dripping in fluids.

"That applies to you as well." I said curtly.

They nodded and left and obeyed and made clothes out of Wraithbone string and cleaned themselves with water.

Their guards came down as well. They had Shuriken launchers, swords and… is that a plasma weapon?

I pointed it to my siblings in song even as we remained unmoved and observing them arrange themselves.

'The sirens continue to prove new ways to be useful.' Guraith observed.

'If they can make that weapon and had not just salvaged or exchanged for it yes.' I said.

Most sirens are barely above tribal development on scrap worlds and can barely make shuriken and laser weaponry, but if these can make Plasma or have some useful crafts then their use suddenly skyrockets. We have great need for things that act like stars but aren't after all.

The sacrifice removed the manacles that have been grafted into her skin and bones by her helpers as they prepared her. Apparently the cultists liked the look even as they immobilized nothing.

"I thank you master Bessar for saving me from the cultists." She said.

I raised my left palm. She stopped.

"Introduce yourself and your rank among your people, then we can talk."

"I am 'She who sings of the beauty of the seas and waterfalls' I do not have the honor of being able to have a name in speech, but I am princess of my people, last one for now." She said as she bowed deeply.

About what I expected.

"I am Bessar, a brother of the house of the Laughing Blade and Son of the Silver Hand. I am master of my craft and a middling swordsman and madman, well met princess of the Sirens." I said and I gave a bow of respect one gives to nobility when they themselves are not one.

I am not nobility and while she is a scrap metal species she is a noble and thus deserves it. The Sirens have earned this consideration from us for serving loyally for two incarnations of the Eldar species.

"I thank you for saving myself, but I would wish to ask of you a boon."

She trembled as she spoke that.

"You wish for me to save your people."

My response was full of mirth. That's always how such things go.

"Yes master." She said meekly and bowed her head even deeper.

She suspected something but knew she was in no way capable of making demands and acting smart so she tried manipulating my emotions hoping to profit off my kindness to help that which she loved.

'I can respect that.' I sang to my siblings.

'You can because she reminds you of yourself.' Marsa said.

'Yes, it doesn't change much.'

They sang in agreement as I finished looking over herself.

"Is this how you normally look?" I asked, for she looked like the woman I killed.

"No master Bessar we have sculpted ourselves to be more pleasing sacrifices for either of the duelists."

I hate cultists and I hate this world more by the second.

"I told you to make yourself whole, this means cosmetic alterations as well but I did not specify, as such I apologize for this oversight my lady. Sing to my brother Aesan how you once looked, for he will fix you if you are unable to do so as such is his duty."

"We thank you for your kindness and understanding." Said the half snake as she tried to make herself smaller.

Aesan finished quickly healing the three and now they had soft features, blue eyes and blonde hair and a few more scales on the face.

"Good, The House of the Laughing Blade and our brothers has need of servants and slaves and I am willing to offer you and your people this opportunity."

"We accept!" The answer was immediate and joyful.

I sighed that was too fast, I need her to at least make her realize that she will pay in blood and tears and suffering for that which I offer and what I do.

"I will not accept that answer until you know that which you face, for it cheapens your oath to accept so."

"Anything other than being eaten by eldar or your other pets, starving and serving as sacrifices to the New God we will accept for we need that."

I hate that the bar is so low but it is useful for me and they consider themselves pets. I need slaves, not more things to love and adore.

"You will kill your own children, eat and shoot the dead even as they scream if you have to, and excrement-crystals if we need it, you will see how your people and your traditions are trampled and mocked and then you will go and kill Eldar and worse and you will not be able to look back as reality bleeds and stars burn when it amuses me and my brothers as we leave worlds in ruin and screaming and laugh as we do it. The reward for this are meager compared to what I get out of your service.

That being said, I will grant you what you have asked for and you will not starve or need to kill your own to avoid it or be eaten by me and mine or your own, but I cannot make guarantees our enemies won't. I will also not turn you into sacrifices on this I swear, but I cannot promise you won't become as such."

She did not like that last part.

"Do you serve the new god?"

"No, she and hers continue to be my enemies and seek to take that which is mine."

"Do I need to kill my children to prove that I acknowledge your terms and agree to them?" She asked.

I had to do a double take at her words as I did not expect that.

Her children were already presenting their neck as water turned into a sharp blade and she prepared to end all but one individual in one blow, all except the one holding the plasma weapon.

'I hate this world.'

My siblings agreed.

"No, I accept your oaths of servitude now princess. You will take me to your people and your dwellings and we'll provide and make food synthesizers as I plan how to get more of you into my retinue for there are 17 millions on this world and I need as many as I can get my hands on. If you prove useful, I will teach you how to make some myself."

Food synthesizers are a craft, yet not even the most inexperienced novices and practitioners wish to acknowledge the bricks and red fluid I enjoy eating as such. Thus teaching it to others requires no ritual for none wish to accept it as part of their craft.

The bricks, craftsmen are ashamed to claim they have made even to learn the basics, and the liquid is meant for newborns and Isha demanded the liquid and all variations of it be free to learn for anyone and under any circumstances short of killing others. It was granted to her and now all Eldar have access to food whenever they need it.

They however are not Eldar, this world is a carefully curated scrap world for sirens, at least geographically, to be able to thrive and be more likely to exist. So there were a lot of ways and places they could run or use and rivers and seas they could do so in and food to find which is plenty.

Unless disaster happens, none needs to worry about food synthesizers and so this art does not exist here.

All one needs on such worlds is their allegiance and as long as they represent even 1 in 100 of its inhabitants and are lead by an Eldar that protects them from Maton reprisals they can conquer the world if they put their minds to it and have any with some decent military training.

Its why I called the clans moronic. They have as much as eight to nine times the necessary numbers to conquer this world and they kill them when they beg to be pets, cattle or slaves and all they ask is to not be sacrificed or eaten and they mess it up. Even if they disgusted them, they could enslave the sirens, have them kill their enemies then kill them once they ran out of uses.

They refuse to do any of that because they are retarded.

I don't intend to rule this world and conquer it, I'll only kill as many cultists as I need to leave with tsunamis and other natural disasters and get a ship or two to carry who I can with me and set up this world as a bastion following the example of Sil Orgaus.

She and her husband managed to run a world that can survive a limited form of our nonsense and still be loyal. That means her way of doing things works and getting Eyes of Lileath is easy even for scrap if they learn to follow orders and do the right oaths.

All in all, only around 1 in 20 of the population will die before I leave, those I leave behind will have to kill the rest of the cultists if I can find anyone not mentally retarded or a baby to raise for a year or two and teach to use their brain.

"Thank you Master, please follow me, I will take you to our people, they await you to make their oaths." The former sacrifice said.

She was radiating joy and so were her children and probably spouse.

"Lead the way." I said.

I wished scrap metal oaths would count towards nobility but they don't because the Maton enforce that and they don't consider them people so they don't count.

'They will regret that, they always do.'

My song was mournful as my siblings agreed. Such loyal people don't deserves that which I am about to do to them.

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We were moving up the river for it was deep and might and it was the only artery we had a chance to take in order to migrate with our numbers. My sisters and I scouted it to and sought to earn favors along its length but now only I will return for only two of nieces and none of my nephews and brothers sent to do the same yet live.

My children and husband were not cheering the fact that I am in the process of saving our people even if that is the more important part of what I have achieved here. They were jubilant that I live and sang it so hard I was worried our new master would hear them and punish us for it.

They either didn't bother to listen or didn't care, both of which are good.

They were still scared of that which our new master would demand of us but I wasn't. As long as we can keep him alive and well and perhaps be able to serve his children well we are safe and that's all that matters.

The price for it is worth it, if it means we don't have to be eaten or sacrificed.

And killing our own children? We do worse already.

Boys of all strata are taught that they will one day need to face Maton to help their sisters escape and they will die for it and they have no hope for even victory means exile and death. Noble girls and boys learn to become appealing sacrifices and commoner girls might as well not be people but baby carriers and craftswomen told to make what they need to or feed the fish so we can feed those that can.

If we could find nutrition in excrement-crystals we'd be eating that too. We ate worse trying to see if we can.

Killing Eldar? Boys wish they could sell their lives like that.

Traditions and all that nonsense? If they don't feed us when we need them to so that we can avoid culling our children in order to not starve during cold seasons, then they can burn and we'll be happy to do it.

The stars can burn, maybe they are tasty. And reality is pain, so let it cry for once as opposed to making us do so.

Not a single damn thing they've told us they will demand from us matches what we do to survive or we just don't care for it and would happily do it.

"It sound to good to be true my love." My husband said.

"My beloved 'Mighty Tide', we have no choice but to trust it. We don't have enough food and my sisters failed. We'll be lucky if a few hundreds survive the migration as we are. We don't have any other choice." I sang to my love.

Both of us knew what awaited us if we failed, and too good to be true sounded about right. But we don't have a choice, we have made oaths and if we aren't taking this deal our people will have to resort to cannibalism again.

My grandmother has us resort to that once and we killed her for it once we didn't need to anymore. Nobody likes doing that, even feeding failures to fish was horrific but we do what we have to do.

We were swimming to the caves, my master and his lesser siblings followed us by using their gift in almost the same manner we did, but none commented on it out of fear for theirs is obviously superior to what we do.

Our people already awaited to make the oath as we sang to them we have found someone willing to take us in.

We will overlook discrepancies from the way the swim to the way they dress and how their acting is stiff because we could feel the truth when he said the followers of the new Goddess are his enemies and he won't eat us or use us as sacrifices and that's enough.

We reached the lake.

"Master, our dwelling is in the center on the bottom. We will have to go through a cave system." I informed.

We could not let them even think we were trying to swindle them.

"I see it, lead the way." He said simply.

I do not understand him. He is not from a Sword Clan despite pretending to be by the way he speaks and acts. He and his siblings wear armor beneath their robes, sword clans don't bother, nobody but us does on this world except as ornamental pieces.

None bother with treating us as people and I do not believe we've received an apology in centuries from Eldar and a bow of respect for rank is unheard of. Even the least hostile according to the song-keepers treat us as wild animal to be left alone if we don't bother them.

I have not seen anything like it before.

"They have experience with us mother." My eldest sang in secret

My mighty warrior 'Sharp and Mighty' was always too smart. A pity he has to be a warrior as he'd have been better as a song keeper, safer too, but the threshold to allow men in any other position than fish keeper and warrior is high and while he is talented he is not talented enough.

"Explain it to your mother dear, I do not understand how you came to this conclusion." I demanded kindly.

I do not treat warriors harshly, no noble girl does for they know warriors will die no matter what they do to earn them a chance at life.

"They swim like us and are armored as us, they have a vague idea of how we operate but do not know details and they look at us like people and show respect. None thinks we're anything but talking animals even if they need to pretend to rarely and for them it's more natural than acting as someone from the sword clans."

I thought it over.

"I will ask, you continue to make me proud my son."

I didn't need to look at him to know he was trying to pretend he did not blush. It was the truth, my loyal sons continue to prove that they love me each day and each trip as I try to curry favor and advise me how they can and I would be a fool not to take it. Maybe they can take us to kin from beyond this world.

"Master, my son has told me his theory that you are used to thinking of us like people because you have met and talked with others like us from beyond this world, is this true?" I asked.

They seemed kind and not the type to punish questions even if they did not like them.

"The House of the Laughing Blade has records of you, but I have never met your people on other worlds. Thousands of years ago one of your kind had been granted a rank equal to mine and I have read and treasured her insights on your people and your techniques. How long until we're done with the tunnel system?"

That… No I will ask for clarifications to that in private that can't be right.

"It is artificial, we will reach its end in 40 heartbeats."

"My thanks."

We continued to swim through tunnels and went through seemingly random twists and turns all of us have memorized.

They are not of this world. The Song Keepers spoke of Webway Gates that connect different world, maybe there we are not hunted.

"How are our people treated across the stars?"

"You either have your own worlds outside the empire, similar or significantly worse."

We had worlds to ourselves? And worse? How can life be worse?

"I can't imagine how it can be worse."

"You are still free to eat and fish and build. On some cultist controlled words they put your kind into farms for your scales, breast milk and other fluids and all but one in one hundred baby boys born are put into your feeding pens to not waste time and space. I will not treat you as such."

'Ah, I forgot that this is life and not dreams, It can always get worse.'

I sang what I was told to my children and husband except the part that one of them was his equal once and they agreed with my assessment. We reached the caverns. Our people awaited us.

They spoke as one as they greeted us, all those that could speak at least. Not all bother and instead sing. They all formed a massive wall standing near each other and dancing in the air so that all can see their master and stand in two lines. They each bowed as they made the oath.

"We greet the filial disciple of the family of the Laughing Blade and give our servitude freely in the same breath as we beg of you for protection."

It was a prayer every single siren knew and recited by heart as they dream of being able to say it and feel safe again. The name of that which we wish to give it to changes, but what we offer does not.

Some dream that the gods will and they will take us back fully, others beasts in the depths that will feed us and keep us away from Eldar and others just people they've seen from a distance.

When the silver bracelets appeared on all there were massive cheers.

I could feel our new master was annoyed.

"Have we erred?" I sang hoping we could fix it.

The cheering stopped, they were suddenly very scared.

"You did not, some of our nephews have been hiding in this cave, they awaken now from slumber. Prepare a handmaiden for each of them that knows healing and grant them drinking water and liquid foods for there are five of them and are dressed in black and they've been doing too much nonsense they need to explain. My siblings and I will fortify this cave with our charms."

I informed my people. Each of the nephews was reserved a song keeper for when they appeared. They are the best healers and know best how to deal with the effects of starvation.

We will also have to figure out how they got here as this cave and tunnels did not exist before we came here as we made it to hide.

They came out of the ground at various location over the course of fifteen minutes and warriors tried to meet them before I ordered them to stand back as I sent a song keeper to each to assist and serve them. They were kin of our master and Eldar. We will follow orders and hope that that's enough.

Drinking water and liquid food was provided and they too thanked in song and bowed in gratitude to those that looked after them, and awaited to be received by their uncles. They were not from this world either.

The fear started abating, we weren't the cause of the irritation and were treating it now. Life was less murky.

We could see our master and his lesser sibling make and deploy swords that swung and were made of song and minds that look upon the outside as they prepare for rampage. The few that dared try to connect with those minds told us that they are protective of us.

"Who are the best song users you have?" One of the lesser siblings asked as the sword creation and deployment continue.

It was not healer Aesan but the woman. She did not introduce herself or had been introduced.

"Song Keepers and Tide Callers, the first heal and store knowledge and the other call massive waves and freeze water mistress."

"List your Crafts, most useful outside of food. I am Marsa, middle triplet, you will only address me as such." She demanded and offered her name in quick succession.

"Plasma smiths, shuriken makers, seer stone makers, tunnel diggers. We thank you for letting us know your name."

It would not do to be anything but polite, our lives depended on it.

"Why almost all women and so few men? Also provide the color ranking of the colors of their pendants and their meanings."

The man to woman ration was 1 to 3 in the favor of women, higher than normal, how is this few? It's normally one in five!

"Men can become warriors and fish keepers easily, all other crafts have high ceilings to allow men in. Warriors die often or get exiled because they sacrifice themselves to distract Maton and either die or face exile because hostile fauna is hunted with prejudice.

The lowest to highest is white, yellow, red, black. They have no single meaning except being signs of rank and skill in a profession."

The questions continued and they were nearly endless but I answered them. Five hours later they stopped.

There's now a lot of swords cutting things I could not see. Some were starting to worry and so did I but I sang to them to calm down. The swords continued to look upon us with protectiveness and some tried to sing to us that all will be fine.

One hour after the questions stopped Master came near me and opened his pack and It was bigger on the inside. He pulled a strange contraption from his pack that looked as if it should take half the space it came from.

"Please make a table long enough for all of them for I have seven."

Said table was immediately made and he put the strange bricks on the table. I looked at them question what they are.

"This is a food brick synthesizer, it makes food. Also tell your people they can go to their duties as long as they do not leave the caves and make sure you have all of the Silver Bracelets of Servitude and all swore the oath."

It had already been done, but I followed orders. None were missing and none were leaving because they had nothing to do for now, being ready to receive orders was far more important.

There was also not a single idiot without a silver bracelet on their hands, babies included.

"How do we use them master?"

If they could create food in the quantity we need we won't need to run.

"Bring your best singers I will show only once."

I sang to them to come. Twelve women and a man came, the only song-keepers not otherwise busy.

"The devices are simple to use. You insert energy at the top, and a brick comes out of the left side like this."

He said and it did so.

"One of you will try it with my supervision, you the man, come here."

The man did so, he learned fast and was teaching the women.

I tasted one of the bricks made, they could run in perpetuity as long as the one using them could sing for long enough.

'Better than raw fish, not quite as good as cooked.' I thought in wonder.

"We thank you for the gift Master." I sang to him.

"It is not a gift, it's infrastructure you need to serve and that I will ensure you learn to make, how are the nephews?"

I sang and awaited responses.

They came quickly.

"They can't walk yet properly but they can speak in more than rasps now, they should be able to speak and walk properly in an hour, they stood down there for a long time."

"Years most likely, those fools don't understand how to take an order but they are useful and loyal. Order all of your people to cease any and all attempts at divination and erase all that they have learned today or of today by divination from their minds."

I transmitted the order and all of them did.

The two men and lesser siblings started sitting and pulled out two dream catchers from their packs and their own song bladed started to sing.

"I want all of you to be awake for what I am about to speak, for I will properly welcome you as my servants now that your cave has been fortified against the eyes of the New God."

That's… what? You can hide from the divine? Are we separated from the others as well now?

"Now I would like to formally welcome you as servants and slaves of the house of the Laughing Blade, one of the many houses of the Followers of Hoeth, damned madmen and hoarders of knowledge, for those who serve dead gods are damned and they who hide secrets and spread laughter and apocalypses to that which the Ancients demand be dead or made to beg for it. You have been conscripted to help us kill the New God for the sixth and hopefully final time."

'Sixth? What is going on? They managed to kill it five times and did it not stay dead?'

"If we succeed you will be rewarded with our protection, freedom and worlds to call your own where you can rule yourselves as you see fit for your loyalty. If you betray us you will beg to be turned into sacrifices to the New God and if we fail you will because we will be too dead to stop it."

We all now feared what we have sworn ourselves to even as some were excited by the thought of a safe world with no eldar on it.

One of the dark clothed nephews with their strange masks knelt and bowed in front of him. We didn't even notice as him and his fellow nephews disappeared from near our song-keepers and appeared in front of our master.

"Uncle, please we need your help, your brother goes madder by the day." The closest of nephews to our master said said as his uncle finished his speech.

"You have been told that your father and my brother do as he was made to do and to stop this nonsense. Why do you fools insist so and keep bothering me? Your father knows what he is doing, he was made to do it!"

"The Necron gambit can still work, but Trazyn won't talk to nephews, only to brothers. You are the only one that can go and tell him to start the Awakening. He is waiting for the New God to be born before awakening them."

"That madman is hedging his bets and I am not old or mighty enough to force him to hold to it if he decided to break his people's treaty of vassalage to the Pantheon, even if they agreed to it to be spared extinction. We're not in a position to make them pay for it and if the Chronomancers decide to act up we don't have the numbers available now to punt them into the ground again! And besides that, if I die without achieving much we lose too many contingencies. As long as the treaty of Vassalage holds we have options so no I won't bother I have other plans to enact!"

"The farseers are straying further by the day from our masters' plan, we see fewer and fewer ways to bring back your father and our own is growing madder by the day. We can barely even understand his orders and where they lead!"

"The farseers have started straying from the plans of our master a million years ago, nobody with sense trusts those treacherous curs, and Cegorach does as he was crafted to do as the son made from the corpse of the father, even as he is the youngest of the Pantheon he is still a god and can't stray from his purpose. His Madness and instability is planned for, he is meant to have it and act on it and make others act by it!"

We recognize only one of these names. Cegorach is the oldest of the divine not the youngest, for that would be Lileath.

We are now even more frightened because our master is considered brother to Cegorach and we all know he is the Maddest and thus oldest of the Divine and the one you should least challenge.

"I will hear none of it anymore, unless you can make yourself useful to my plans you are to leave this world, I have scrap metal to gather for my plans and see how I can turn into tools and swords." Our master angrily retorted to his nephews.

They did not speak but remained bowed hoping he would reconsider.

"Master what is going on?" My eldest daughter asked unprompted

'Dancer of the Waves' was always too outspoken but she wasn't the only one that had the same question. I would very much like to know myself because I could feel as they sang and spoke and every single word they said was truth as they knew it.

And all of it was nonsense or secrets we really shouldn't be knowing but now that we do we need to know more.

AN: Some nonsense, will be explained next chapter.