It was late in the month of Daedelan, the crisp mountain climate
freezing the air that Molotov exhaled as he sighed.

Raising an eyebrow in question, Brandilar knew the source of his
frustration, but chose to remain silent.

'It's those accursed Mhaldorians, already they have destroyed more than
half of our shrines, and now they seek all out war with us.' snarled
Molotov.

'Well, you did post to them, suggesting a war of issues, you know, we
will drop our issues against them, if they stop attacking - perhaps they
will take up your offer'. Brandilar dutifully replied.

'Damn them, damn them all to hell. If I accept an all-out war with them,
I am committing suicide for our Order, yet if I dont I become the
laughing stock of the world, there must be something I can do'

Molotov gnashed his teeth in fury, now beginning to pace back and forth.

'How did we get into this mess, I dont understand how it came to this'

Brandilar idly scratched his chin, wondering if it was prudent to reply
to this. After careful consideration he spoke. 'Papa did what he did, he
is a god, we do not question his actions'.

'No no, you misunderstand, I dont blame Papa, but why did we brag about
our attack, why oh why did we start attacking them? We cant pull out now
without losing face, but if we don't we will get slaughtered'

Suddenly Brandilars eyes narrowed, glittering with amusement.

'I have a cunning plan M'lord' he said......

(to be continued)

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aeguary, in the year 320 AF.