- Crafter-Magus Femithain of the Illivere League
- Magus-Crafter Femithain
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| 6.15 K | “Thank you, First Crafter-Magus Femithain of Illivere. We will accept your gift.” |
| 6.15 K | Orjin sighed as he looked at the massive pile of goods the golems were mechanically piling up in front of him. They moved slowly, but with confidence in every move. The animals of Nsiia’s group and the horses and camels all stayed as far away from the golems as possible. Femithain bowed slightly again to Orjin and went to greet Empress Nsiia, fearless and self-contained. |
| 6.15 K | Femithain was clearly trying to suppress his expression as he watched a huge crowd gather and claim the rest of the goods. A little Garuda girl, barely more than a chick, ran off with a bottle of Illivere’s finest vintages and some of the others began eating or drinking the rich goods there on the spot. |
| 6.15 K | “Yes, but Crafter-Magus Femithain clearly intended these as a gift to you.” |
| 6.15 K | Pomle’s citizens ran for cover. The other monarchs retreated, some shouting insults. Femithain shook his head as his Golems set up covering for his people. Empress Nsiia stood in the rains and laughed as her animals enjoyed the rain. And Orjin? He shook his head. |
| 6.15 K | Crafter-Magus Femithain of the Illivere League. |
| 6.15 K | They were the names to remember here. Each knew the others, if not by face, then by name. By presence. Each one was highest in level in their own way. Although of the four…it was strange. Femithain might have been the highest-level, but he was no ruler. Revine was mighty as a [Mage], but Orjin thought it was Empress Nsiia who boasted the highest level as a ruler of all of them. |
| 6.15 K | No one was happy about the King of Destruction’s letter. But the degree to which they were concerned varied from monarch to monarch. Femithain was concerned and made his objection clear to Revine as they spoke together. |
| 6.15 K | Femithain and Yisame stood together, speaking quietly. The Queen of Nerrhavia looked down at him. |
| 6.15 K | She swept away from Femithain, and his eyes followed her. A few minutes later, Nsiia and Revine nearly came to blows. |
| 6.15 K | Femithain spoke to Nsiia in a little bubble of silence. He’d included Orjin in it for some reason, but the man made no comment. He sat back down and listened as the two spoke quietly. |
| 6.15 K | Nsiia’s gaze sharpened as she looked at Femithain. The other monarchs were watching him warily as well, but the Crafter-Magus was unreadable. |
| 6.15 K | “I see. Thank you for the warning, Femithain. Perhaps…” |
| 6.15 K | Femithain bowed his head. Nsiia nodded curtly and turned to Orjin a final time. |
| 6.15 K | “I doubt she did. Unless…did Femithain warn her?” |
| 6.52 K | “Thef. You will have to wear the armor you hate so much. And fight. We must all fight, it seems. Though I did not ask for war. He warned me, that Femithain of Illivere. But he marches on us too, with his things of stone and magic.” |
| 6.52 K | “Oh yes. They have traditionally been diplomatic, but their leader, Magus-Crafter Femithain, declared war on Tiqr along with the other nations. He may have been reluctant to do so; he is, by all accounts, a cautious and pragmatic ruler. Compared to Savere’s ruler, at least.” |
| 6.52 K | The air was unnaturally still. Magus-Crafter Femithain had ridden through Tiqr before. And he was accustomed to more life. The savannas of Tiqr benefitted from the rains that made Savere so prosperous. Normally, he expected to see more life. But it had all fled. |
| 6.52 K | Femithain’s [Armsmaster of Steel] strode towards the Magus-Crafter. He paused as the Magus-Crafter’s escort turned. It was a practiced move; the two huge, steel figures walking besides Femithain were programmed to guard him with their lives. Femithain looked up and saw a huge, steel face staring down at him. |
| 6.52 K | Femithain’s [Armsmaster of Steel] strode towards the Magus-Crafter. He paused as the Magus-Crafter’s escort turned. It was a practiced move; the two huge, steel figures walking besides Femithain were programmed to guard him with their lives. Femithain looked up and saw a huge, steel face staring down at him. |
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