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Sorcerers of New Kildora Leader: Doomweaver Serpent Diplomacy: 9 Military: 8 Economy: 1 Faith: 8 Intrigue: 3 Actions: 1. Diplomacy Sway Government Support Region 64 2. Diplomacy Press Claim on Region 107 3. Military Raise 1 Space Unit 4. Military Contribute Dueling 5. Military Contribute Dueling Non-Actions: - Resist Conversions and Buyouts Unless Noted otherwise The Only Channel for Truth and Freedom on Veehra, From Veehra, and with Veehra Embassy Actions: None

Sorcerers of New Kildora Leader: Doomweaver Serpent Diplomacy: 9 Military: 6 Economy: 1 Faith: 8 Intrigue: 3 Actions: 1. Diplomacy Sway Government Support Region 107 2. Military Assist the Defense of Region 55 with 3 Space Units and 3 Ground Units 3. Military Raise 1 Ground Unit 4. Military Raise 1 Ground Unit 5. Military Raise 1 Space Unit Non-Actions: - Resist Conversions and Buyouts Unless Noted otherwise The Only Channel for Truth and Freedom on Veehra, From Veehra, and with Veehra Embassy Actions: None

The dagger sank into Doom Soom’s back and he screeched in pain and fury. Lashing out with his tangled arm he lost his vision entirely in a cloud of blood and instinct. He smelt the burning reagents of the shotgun wafting through the air, a sickly sweet aroma that drew his fangs out, and guided him to Seraphine for a final charge of fangs and sand.

Doom laughed as Belu retreated, blood staining the ground where they had clashed, and freshly flowing down the heads on his arm. The many forked tongues lapped up the blood as he gave in fully to the beast frenzy. He was on pure primal instinct when Eighbris came up to shank him….

Doom Soom slapped at the ground as Aki fled, grasping at the abandoned axe with deranged vigor, and held it aloft in the air as if it were the radiant dawn. Swinging it about in the air he hucked it indiscriminately. His newly freed hand splayed fingers over the dust devils. Bending them to his hardening will. Sand coalesced into a heaving gauntlet overflowing into his arm. He stared down Belu with his fifty eyes and hissed “I will be the end of your ssssstory.” He began to bullrush forward, holding his sand arm out sideways to push a shifting shield and deliver a hissing payload.

Doom Soom missed the initial melee, his torso jingling as he continued to fumble inside his robe, and finally jerked his armored arm free to reveal a vial and syringe. He stabbed himself in the other arm with it and howled falling to the ground. There he lay, writhing, screaming, and his every muscle was contracting and relaxing simultaneously. Rolling over with a thud he pushed himself up with one arm and shaky legs. Vision steadying onto Aki as blood finally took over. His unarmored bell strung arm exploded in a shower of gore and torn flesh as a bouquet of writhing hissing snakes waved through the air in violent ecstasy. Lumbering on three limbs he charged the fledgling god-prince, his guttural cries unintelligible, and the sand around him rose like a wave to thrust him toward the glowing beacon that consumed his now animalistic focus.

Grant us wisdom. Give us eyes. Doom Soom had been fidgeting for hours. The Kildoran delegation arrived days before the Bloodsports, offering their services to genetically modify any interested in the games, be they competitor or gambler, and interspersed their dealings with irreverent fancy. The air was a near-constant mist of bubbles and fine rosy vapors. Doom did all that he could to numb the feeling in the course of these debaucherous revelries—imbibing a stream of differing cocktails and applying various poultices to keep the venom inside. It crawled under his skin. He could feel it burning the skin away to demand freedom. When the spectacle finally came in full force the Soom-Clan Raider and Executioner of the Doomweaver demanded entry. He was not content to sit within the box with Sorcerers and Thralls. He needed to be on the ground, in the thick of the quickening and blood pumping. His understanding of the ancient Kildoran Genesorcery was mostly limited to practical, direct applications, and what little he could cobble from the ramblings of Knights. He rubbed his hands to keep the tremors in rhythm. He couldn't fall apart yet. He had to see the end of the day. That's the Mother's way. He shuffled in the sands, his ragged black boots wrapped in dirtied reddened cloth kicking up sand, and formed ephemeral devils in the air. He wore what could loosely be called a robe or a cloak with an armored shoulder piece integrated into the white fabric on one arm, and a thick set of wrappings and bells on the other. He covered his face with the skull of a Lion, or perhaps an Agbadan, with the holes in the skull filled in with a light-defracting shaded crystalline material. He reached into the interior of his cloak and fumbled for something. "Statistical Correspondent Snate Snilver here with Snake News, Live at you! We're broadcasting a special event here on our Mekhalan brand expansion week to give you the best violent competition you can find this side of Tekhum! Our best oracles and diviolmancers have run the numbers and it's looking like the odds are slim to none for most of our spectacular participants tonight! But first, a word from our sponsors!"

Sorcerers of New Kildora Leader: Doomweaver Serpent Diplomacy: 8 Military: 5 Economy: 1 Faith: 8 Intrigue: 3 Actions: 1. Diplomacy Press Confederation Claim on Region 70 2. Diplomacy Sway Media Support of Region 55 3. Diplomacy Establish Confederation Claim on Region 107 spending 1 Treasure 4. Military Invade Region 64 with 2 Ground Units lead by Doomweaver Serpent employing Overwhelming Tempo and 2 Space Units transporting the Ground Units lead by a Sub-Commander for Orbital Superiority +1 Dust Desert Battle Bonus and +1 Treasure on the Ground Battle 5. Military Raise 1 Space Unit Non-Actions: - Resist Conversions and Buyouts Unless Noted otherwise - Support Soom-Clan Marauders impress of Mercantile Support - Allow Ishtahnos to buy off mass debt wage slavery - Fail to repay WTU loan The Founding of a New Vision (And regulatory investment) - JY'MAR FORCES LANDING ON SANSAR CONTINUE MILITARY PRESENCE AFTER TAKING CONTROL OVER THE LOCAL GOVERNMENT. WE'RE GOING LIVE TO AN ADDRESS FROM PRIME MARCUS..... ```The picture resolves into a shaky picture slanted at an angle - the camera blurs out of focus and focuses on a Jy'mar face. A smear of war paint covers their face, they wear a war-helmet of the Protectorate of the Illumined Utopian except the symbol isn't one familiar with the nation but those aware of Soul's Expression know it as the Prime Paragons, the personal forces of Prime Marcus. The camera's tilt stops and steadies as the Prime comes into focus. "Tekhum, For too long we let those who fester in the dark conspire against us. For too long we let those who control the narrative to tell us what is news and what is not, to sell us rot and sully our souls. I have spent the last two years among the Fiorid Principality. They are no more slaves to each other than a prisoner is to its government. False perceptions and misleading messages doom a people with heritage and culture who allow even the lowest to attempt to reach the heavens." The camera moves out to show the Basu-Rahman base strategically set-up in the middle of the three major cities, surrounded by swarms of Jy'mar soldiers and aero-craft besieging the fortifications of the media conglomerate's building, flags of the Paragon's fly alongside flags of Utopian as artillery and air to surface railshots fly through the air. "Today we take one step. Today we fight back against the false narrative, today our brothers in arms clean the rot out at the roots!" <the camera crackles out>``` - Who is the most eligible bachelor in The Iron Masquerade? Find out starting next week when seven contestants battle for one true love in Snake New's Channels first production, Hearts of Iron. - Sports betting on the duels between Ishtahn and Vesper political forces! Analytical magiprocessing of the force squared power behind a Werewolf's blade thrust! Why do Werewolves need weapons? More after messages! - Are Bunkers a plot to lure your children out into the streets? What experts are saying about potential apocalyptic environment buttons and the hip new trend that's keeping everyone cool about it! - An exclusive interview with a Khylokian after the senseless raid! More to come! Heir Stats (Doom Soom) Dip: 2 Mil: 4 Eco: 2 Faith: 4 Int: 1 Embassy Actions: None

Proposed Tactical Doctrine Blissful Ignorance: Forgo Orbital Superiority Bonus Ground Battle gets Enemies Suffer +20% Casualties Allies Suffer -20% Casualties Enemy Leader Loss -3 Own Leader Loss -1

Finally, someone had answered her prayers. As Velocipede began to ramble about... something, others chirped up, filtered in, and continued to fill the air with noise. Noise noise noise. Annie had twisted to slide a platter down her neck and Valus Vile began quaffing an unholy amount of alcohol. A seamless chug whose sole attention was only briefly pulled from when Vile tapped on her spinning belt to taunt envious gawkers. Finishing the eleventh combined flute she (And her now also heavily lubricated Anaconda who leers at Antonious) burps loudly and punches Velocipede in the arm. "Idiot! The only thing a winner has to worry about is WINNING. Mama didn't raise no punk! Little maze, Big maze, water air empty void of space WHATEVER Imma crush YOU and anyone else in that race. Theoretical pseudopsychic dream mindscape race? ALREADY CRUSHING IT" She closed her eyes and put her two pointer fingers against the side of her head to properly channel her clearly adroit mental focus on this dream race.

Snake News was live right at you! A horde of Snapparazzi waited outside the glitzy prestigious event, flying drones sparkling the air with rapid fire cinematic history making, and several burgeoning journalists crafting spells to amplify their voices or make themselves more noticeable as one by one the who's who of Tekhum filtered through. "Is it true you've brought peace to Veehra?" "Ani! Ani! What do you have to say to fans that think you've been recklessly endangered as a youngling!" "Who brought the sassy child are they a plus one? Should children be allowed to participate in an event with alcohol like this?" "Are the Bafatis going to remain neutral in future planetary battles?" "Step aside VNN we've got REAL reporting to do!" "What's your policy on glassing rebellions?" The endless barrage slowly parted as the lady of the hour pulled in on her customized Sliprun Veehran spacecraft, a sleek chrome craft whose body was little more than a giant turbine with a crystal perfectly centered by some energy field, with two high handles and a secured life-chamber for the rider atop. The rider wore a black leather jacket, a long parted crimson skirt, and an emerald biker helmet painted and sculpted to look like a cobra with its hood stretched and fangs ready to strike. Wrapped around her was an anaconda with glitter and bio-paint applied to give it a mosaic appearance depicting the Mad Dash in all its glory. As the rider got off she removed her helmet and, surprising no one, revealed herself to be Valus Vile. Her face was half fresh and half-withered, a scar on the healthy side underlining her intensive eye, and hair like Veehran sand and moonlight mixed. Her eyes shone like the golden retinas of a python, though the wizened half of her face had dulled to a tarnished color. She was tall for a Kildoran, her lithe legs propelling her through the crowd of reporters, and she removed her Foe-leather Jacket to reveal the Mekhala Mad Dash Champion belt. It was mostly the same though it had some skulls added to it and the "M" for Mekhala had been retrofitted to spin in place (With the inner arch of the M painted orange so that when it rotated upside down it showed a clear V for Veehra). She paused to take pictures with her belt for a minute and then absconded inside. "Somebody get me and my snake a drink." She spoke aloud to the air expectantly before looking around for prey. She spotted Ani Quin and Alud Soom and approached. "Yes, how Vile AM I?"

Doomweaver Serpent arrived in the usual pomp and splendour accustomed to Sorcerers of New Kildora. Their Pleasure Yacht Bountiful Beauty floated in orbit overhead with a small hedonistic party aboard to keep seats warm while the Doomweaver was away. A throng of thralls paved the way for their every step, a cascading staircase of fat and muscle that ultimately shifted to gracefully slide and place Serpent upon their designated seating. Bedecked in fine red robes, laced tenfold over with hair plucked from Vatbeasts, lined with golden patch designs of Imperial snakes and the sun in ouroboros. A drooping hood of blackened leather obscured their face, though the shadows slowly were banished with a raising of the wrist, and their bald head shone like the sands of Veehra at dawn. Lips laced with blood parted into a wide Cheshire smile and the High Doomweaver stood with arms spread to address all present. "The Mother Serpent is Mother to all! Mother in fact to her very being! To create something from nothing, to make the impossible possible, to touch the untouchable and see the unseeable THAT is the Divine! She is like us, of flesh and blood and spirit, and yet she is so much more for every night she dies, shedding her mortal coil to reveal spiritual scales beneath, and every day she is reborn anew shedding her pallid skin and shining as the glorious dawn! Where once there was nothing then there was the Mother Serpent and the universe as we know it. A snake devouring its tail, the impossibility of the self and the other in one continuous loop which never began and shall never end, that is the true sign of the Divine. She guides us to better ourselves, to strengthen our resolve through adversity, knit the wounds of the past with knowledge of the future, and seek the perfection of the flesh. What is stronger, she asks, Flesh or Steel? What is steel compared to the hand that wields? What is a hand compared to the will that compels it to plunge into the fire heedless of pain or pleasure? One cannot fully trust the trappings of the material, for the truest strength the Mother Serpent teaches us is cultivating the eternal wellspring of inner power that resides in us all. What is the Divine you ask? We are Divine."

Sorcerers of New Kildora Leader: Doomweaver Serpent Diplomacy: 7 Military: 5 Economy: 1 Faith: 7 Intrigue: 3 Actions: 1. Diplomacy Establish Confederation Claim on Region 70 With recognition of the Demi-God King's ancient mystical connections to New Kildora moves are made to link the two polities as a combined Sorcerous Standout formally. The Truthhisser Cabal join En-Sharat's decadent affairs and court, offering magic to traverse the stars, and a place in the primacy of the trajectory of fate. The Empire was ascendant, its Elects rising to new heights once thought foolish fantasy, and as a sign of such goodwill the Pleasure Yacht "Little God-King" is gifted to the great and mighty Demi-God King En-Sharat. 2. Diplomacy Sway Government Support of Region 70 Rapidly linking the sycophantic court of the Demi-God to the assorted associates, thralls, and apprentice sorcerers of the Truthhisser Cabal engages and incorporates much of the daily political affairs of the region. Doomweaver Serpent moves forces into the area to enforce law of an agreed nature, primarily the movement of peoples and possessions, and a spell is cast to bind the power of the land. A tower near the border of Kildora is hewn and raised from the earth, its peak of power outfitted with an observatory where Sorcerers gaze upon their wonders and despair. 3. Military Special 5 Raise an Admiral! Valus Vile rises from a Champion to a Commander as the Knights of Kildora find enough backing to helm their own War Yacht "Smooth Crusader" and host annual Yacht Jousts and Motor-Chariot Races inside the annals of New Kildora. The Knights have long worked on a special alchemical cocktail for battle, a blissful experience for the initiated, and a nightmarish doom for the newly blessed babe. Shadows turned enemies, pain recontextualized, and reality itself flayed by an unseen hand. Dosing the battlefields with this chemical warfare some Kildoran magicians thought lost to time. 4. Faith Convert The Highlands of Ishtanos (Region 65) to Cult of the Mother Serpent Plurality (With Support)! The Highlands of Ishtanos hear the call of the Knights of Kildora! Their hoverbikes and Dune-cruisers roaring from mountainous heights to rolling highland. But when the horn of war is thought to be blown and the spells and swords unsheathed; Nobody came. Most perplexed and dismayed by the rumblings of another great battle of sword and sorcery averted they settle into the Highlands for a summer. The revelation of an ancient text's linkage is a catalyst of revelation for the Knights, who perform seances late into the night consulting demons, unspooling threads of history, and reconstructing the poem to sing throughout the realm. Doomweaver Serpent's right hand man Doom Soom is contacted by the Knights, who press the Doomweaver Clan for access to archival artifacts, and eventually pester their way into government secrets. One expertly applied ancestral bone-induced vision later and the Knights of Kildora raise their closest recreation of the tablet's full parable in all it's glory. I leave the Land of Darkness to be with the Serpent of the Sun in the next life My journey has ended, I close my eyes to the world of lies My search is over, carved in stone, on the Temple hall beyond the Great Wall No dreams, they have left me, darkness has them be I am free now to roam the Valley of the Kings 5. Faith Set Holy Site 10 Bonus to +1 to Sways Officially Snake News is a Mother Serpent Organization. It is open to the communications and understandings of all faiths, but the guiding principles of the ethos of the organization are rooted in the teachings of the Mother Serpent. That outreach has a profound effect on relations across Tekhum, with Cultists finding leverage, connections, and influence where others may be left to ignominy. Snake News generally reports favorably on the affairs of Kildora and Khassia, for what is there not to enjoy of the Mother's blessing? Non-Actions: - Resist Conversions and Buyouts Unless Noted otherwise - Politely refuse the offer from BRG. Snake News is an independent news front! - Accept WTU Inspectors into Kildora. Snake News Channel Teamsters are officially unionized. The Founding of a New Vision (And regulatory investment) Across Veehra and slowly disseminated into the celestial bodies beyond a new advertisement rings through the waves! Alright you Durats Ready to sing your song? I'll say we are                                                     Yeah, let's sing it now! Okay, Clus? Okay                           Okay, Climzag?                           Okay Okay, Irrik? Irrik? Irrik! Okay!    Trading, trading time is near    Time for mercs and time for gear We've got ports, so big and vast Hurry Trading, hurry fast Bees that give actions to you and I need an import too! We can hardly stand to wait    Please trading, don't be late!    Don't be late for your opportunity to join the Solar Trade Center. Now available for the low price of a single Trade Route. And for our friends in Mekhala, extra hurry! Our first partner from the beautiful field will receive a free treasure for joining! Paid on round 6 through the new Trade Route Snake News Live At You! Welcome back to Snake News Channel! Today we've confirmed what locals have been complaining about for months now. Offworld bio-punks kidnapping and extorting hard working Veehrans! Those Corvee's had a divine link to their Demi-God King that is being oppressed with these radical Sansarians with no sense of order! Soom-Clan Freedom Fighters are working everyday to free these poor abused non-union but also with union oversight workers. With the help of Veehra's favorite God-King and tell-all risque interviewee Okan it seems the future of a safer more humane Veehra is on the horizon. Is Todd right for you? Dating apps have been proliferating across the face of Veehra offering questionable Todd services and no one is entirely sure who to blame. Some point to the infamous hackers IntraSnake lurking on Sneddit attempting to fleece potential lonely, despondent, and out of touch individuals to part with their hard earned resources. Remember, if a Todd is offering something too good to be true, it probably is! We cut to our on the scene reporter, Chezs Chezs for a sports update on the Khassian Plains! EVERYTHING IS REALLY LOUD THEY'RE DRIVING SO FAST. Miraculous stuff, truly. Heir Stats (Doom Soom) Dip: 2 Mil: 4 Eco: 2 Faith: 4 Int: 1 Embassy Actions:

Sorcerers of New Kildora Leader: Doomweaver Serpent Diplomacy: 6 Military: 4 Economy: 1 Faith: 7 Intrigue: 3 Actions: 1. Military Raise 1 Space Unit The sudden military movements of the Soom-Clan and war across the face of Veehra have led to a swift succession of pacts being sworn and new spaceships commissioned. A small line of luxury yachts have their names signed in blood and the skies over New Kildora are abuzz with a voyage party that lasts weeks. 2. Faith Convert Region 62 to Cult of the Mother Serpent The Nomads of Kildora settled further into the Great Western Waste (Though it was a short distance east from Kildora) and took up several positions in the region. Wise folk and mystics from the Cult of the Mother Serpent invariably live among these people and spread their teachings of life, death, rebirth, and the pursuit of excellence in the Mother Serpent's wake. A Sorcerer of New Kildora is brought to the edge of the Loop itself. With a quick ritual, peering upon the anomalous area with ensorcelled eyes leads to vomiting and announcing "You got Bad Time. Real bad." 3. Military Deploy 3 Space Units led by Doom Soom (Mil 5) to assist Soom-Clan Marauders in Battle of Region 56, spending 1 Treasure, and ceding control to the Twilight League 4. Diplomacy Mytho-Historical Data Gathering A host of Thralls with scrolls, tablets, and digitally archived media are shunted off into space towards Ophon. The full tale of Kil the Sorcerer, the first Veehran to consult with the Mother Serpents power, cementing the mountains with her natural blessed connection, and supposed pioneer of Kildora is stored within these archival offerings. No Sorcerer accompanies the donation as it is seen generally as a fairly gauche move. 5. Diplomacy Raise Reputation with EMP The Doomweaver clan gives sermons on the nature of the Emperor's divine right of rule, being the first child of the Mother Serpent, and an eternal fixture of life and death befit to govern eternal. So it was and so it shall be. Non-Actions: - Resist Conversions and Buyouts Unless Noted otherwise - Support buyout of Silver Serpents TP 3 by the Castaways of the Loop Mythohistorical Data Entry Ancient legends from the early dawn of the post-Darkness era tell of human survivors banding together and forming the first organized warriors of the realm restoring order and pulling back the blackened buried husks of society amidst power vacuums. These “Knightly Orders” drew lineage from Kildorans and Khassians alike, wielded blade and blessing to battle, and slowly waned in influence over time as the restless turmoil following the Darkness settled into political gridlock. Kildoran riders would travel across the length of Veehra, charting the celestial path of their Mother Serpent in her spiritual journey, and carry out crusades in the light of her living glory. The greatest of them was Coan, a ruthless sellsword who found their faith in the darkest depths of hopeless bloodshed. It is said that they traveled to Ophon itself, carried by the Mother Serpent's inviting chorus, and communed with her most cherished child the Emperor. The Founding of a New Vision (And regulatory investment) A vision awaits the future! First across Kildora, then the Khassian Plains, and soon all of Veehra and hopefully the Empire! In light of recent news of Basu-Rahman activities a sect of Sorcerers in Kildora have banded together to found Snake News! An independent journalism foundation with Veehran ethics and integrity at the heart of it! To that extent, the Worker Trader Union is invited to participate in and inspect the operations of Snake News Headquarters and be a foundational pillar in the safety of Snournalists and the crew that helps them. Head Chairsnake of Operations Dave Snakeman broke broadcast ground with the first live message going out across Veehra announcing his new news conglomerate. A vast desert stretches out in the horizon. Soft yet radiant, a sexy desert but one that you can bring your MOTHER home to, and as the camera pans out over the desert it slowly keys in Dave Snakeman. He is a TALL and PROUD Veehran, wearing a large hat and a mouthmask, and he looks into the camera with PATRIOTISM. "Hi!" He says "I'm Dave Snakeman. I'm a citizen of the Empire, just like you, and I want to see the truth of our great land spread across the whole of it. That's why I'm introducing Snake News. Independent journalism, accountable sourcing, but most importantly fair and balanced reporting. Thanks for listening and have a blessed evening." There are newspaper prints delivered off world at first; Snake News columns, reports, and journalistic investigations compiled and carefully printed onto mass papyrus sheets. Daily video updates are released, broadcast on Veehra's surface only due to the intense lag of interplanetary communication, and feelers are sent to every Elect and polity to establish donations/advertisements/connections. Activation teams dedicated to "activating" the brand of Snake News, live at you! Live scoop straight from the inner lives of Veehran royalties! With the Mekhalan Mood in the air and the energies of Veehran's at an all-time high with Valus Vile bringing home glory romantic trysts are seemingly inevitable! Something must be stirring the waters because Alud Soom and Lilium of the Twilight League have been spotted in courtship rituals! The proud Marauder made their intentions seemingly quite clear while on the prowl and the demure debutante peeked out of the eternal crimson gloom of Vesper to receive it! Snapparazi agents have been deployed to the field catching the action live! Prior public events showed Lilium in question present with various prominent Soom-Clan figureheads but never like this! Who could say that nothing ever blooms in the desert after a story like that! Live over the skies of Veehra on the vessel "My Cocktails Bring All The Snakes To The Yard" this is Snaka Sela reporting on the War Front! The coalition fleet has maneuvered over the greenland and has begun the early process of feinting and scouting with Cloudburst forces. The Ishtan Fleet was spotted by my informant a few days prior but stayed almost entirely within the most habitable layers of the atmosphere, cutting under deploying airlines, and shuttling what look to be elite shock troops directly over Basu-Rahman territory! The Twilight Armada has taken point in initial skirmishing, but from our protracted and extended view we have a small Arvaxine surging ship coming in hot! The whole vessel is in chaos as we take... evasive.... action! This is a mad house of angles and aggression! Back to you at home! -Cut to home set- When will the violence and chaos end. More after these sponsors..... The Sorcerers of Kildora have a Proclamation! Demigod En-Sha-Nerat is recognized as an ancient mystical peer from the early days of Kildoran sorcerous traditions! Their holy land is divinely mandated and a leyline of power to be respected by the many Cabals and Clans of Kildora. To that extent a militia of warriors and mercenaries have taken up arms to offer aid in the event of further incursion from heathen forces. The Knights of New Kildora have not taken a definitive stance on the matter, though their are murmurs of hardline copperheads eager for a more proactive approach to security. Assign Non-Dynastic Stats of Doom Soom, Nondynastic Heir of The Serpent Dip: 2 Mil: 4 Eco: 2 Faith: 4 Int: 1 Embassy Actions: Accept TP 1 of Energized Chrysoberyl to satisfy DI and Vacuum Adaptation and Nuclear Fusion from Soom-Clan Marauders

Valus Vile ripped through the maze, arcane runes blazing a hole past any barriers, and rocketing ahead to victory. She paid off each intelligent thing she encountered along the way, whipping personal magics with a fluttering hand, and in a surprise twist in the final stretch activated a blackmarket Khylokian surprise engine detonating an explosion rocketing her to victory. She unbound her serpent familiar and walked upon the stage, taking the belt in one hand, and removing her helmet with the other. Her face was half fresh and half withered, a scar on the healthy side underlining her eye, and hair like Veehran sand and moonlight. Her eyes burned, golden python retinas soaking in the glory of her prize. “All things are possible through the Mother Serpent! I thank her for this honor, as she blesses all her children, from Ophon to far distant stars, and permits me this glory! Thank you Mother. You speak with the tongue of the Emperor!”