Brutus was enraged at the dwarf and it could be visibly seen from everyone else. This 'dwarf' was an abomination to his people. He was like a human man, and like many humans, his ambitions were to great for him. Brutus' rage finally boiled over. The giant walked up to the dwarf and bent down to eyes level so the dwarf would know what rage was upon him. The giant spoke in a low, even voice.
"Brutus doesn't care what happens to Brutus, but if dwarf makes allegation one more time, Brutus will smash dwarf against the earth. Dwarf blood will water the ground, and meat will feed the beast. Brutus will destroy you. You are a bug to Brutus and. Bugs. get. Squashed." Each word, each syllabal became louder and angrier until the giants voice was a typhoon of rage and power. This wasn't the giant the dwarf had seen sobbing, this was a force of the earth standing in front of him. Thanatos was death but Brutus was the avatar of rage, and every ounce of anger was directed at this welp of life. This little thing of ambition, this pawn of a book! Brutus hated the dwarf.

(Ooc) this isn't me this is how I just think Brutus would react. (Ooc)

All this Brutus is confusing me

Xavier anger intensified. An unintelligent giant dared to threaten the man above all? The man who was supreme beyond any other?

"Is that so, you pitiful whelp?! Go ahead, make my day! The day you dare strike me if the day I will cease to speak my mind! Go on, strike me! Please do. You know why I want you to? Because..."

Xavier tapped his head.

"I have memorized a lot of things. Things that will make a normal man run for his life. Strike me, so I can purge your existence from this earth!"

And with that, Xavier walked back, expecting a charge. He opened the book, and it conveniently seemed to flip to the page he really wanted.

It is about time I tried this spell.

//OOC: Darn, things are escalating pretty quickly at the Assembly. I have to say, I feel a bit jealous because Nexhawk is not directly involved in these events. //End of OOC\\

(Ooc) some day(ooc)

The Guild of Thought began the arduous process of creating the Grand Archives. They were creating and ultimate history of the lands, especially of Mediterra. They stumbled upon interesting facts, such as Venezzian ancestry in Diyad, the Doric colonization, the sandmen migration from Barbaria, and even the Tundran expedition.

However, the most interesting fact was of Doric history involving the Dark Arcaneum. The Doric people had received the book from an ancient temple of obsidian deep beneath the earth. They moved the book to their temple, and the process of their downfall began. Their people were forever stained with a madness of epic proportions; they had murdered each other in lust for the book. The previous Archnecromancer happened to be Doric.

This news was quite alarming, and the Guild of Thought sent a representative to the Council. Hopefully, they would make it in time.

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Meanwhile, Sandromin proceeded to wonder what had occurred in the past hour. It seemed like a fog in his mind. However, that did not matter, and he arose to announce some very important news.

"So, it seems the deserts will now move forward at a greater pace due to the Doric city we have found! We declare the Guild of Thought a public guild! We shall be establishing guild houses throughout the lands. Knowledge shall be brought to all."

It seemed this would appease the peoples in the meantime and begin the move forward to a better world.

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And even further on the side of these events, a young man by the name of Alihes had just finished his day's work. He had collected his gold coin for the day from his overseer in the market.

As he walked down the streets, he saw something. Just a glimpse. He decided to pursue it out of greater curiosity. He followed it down one corner, and then the next. Up an alley here, down a street there. He finally reached a dead end and found what he had been chasing: a stray cat.

But he knew it was more than that. Alas, there was nothing more he could do, so he turned around to leave. Just as he turned around there it was; he found what he was looking for. At first, he thought it was a person; then he realized it was glowing. Its shape was humanoid, but it was much more ethereal.

The being glowed with a golden hue and was obviously not of this world. Then it spoke. At first, as if it was a whisper, but the sound increased in volume.

"Hello. I am a remnant of a logipriest; in fact, several logipriests. I am much like the Collective in respect to their thinking."

Alihes was confused, and his face surely showed it.

"I see my words have little effect. What you do need to know is that I have chosen you through prophecy and foreseeing the future. I see you are the best to be chosen as my carrier. I will further explain while we are on our journey. As for now, I will move my consciousness into an item of personal value for you."

And with that, the ethereal being began fading. Actually, more like relocating. Its being moved to the coin in Alihes' pocket, and unbeknownst to him, the coin had adopted the logipriest symbol on it as the being moved into the coin.

OOC: Are the Ferals the result of a bio-weapon or magic?

OOC: Apologies for my unscheduled absence. I was kept away by computer issues and minor injuries. My deepest sympathies to Thanatos.

"I WILL HAVE ORDER IN THIS HALL!" Cried Alixenus belatedly. He drew his shortsword and smacked the Pommel upon the table with such force that the table Split. It took much for him to lost his temper in this, but to have the Collective's ambassador attempt to usurp his authority was the final straw. Not since the Logizombie attack had he been so emotionally volatile.

"This conference was organised in the name of peace and understanding, not so that you poor excuses for Statesmen could settle your personal grudges like some petty street group working through a two-scene tradgedy! Now I don't care who fried whose soldiers, or who stole what book, or threw gloves where! This ends now! Xavier, if you're men are truly dead, then produce credible evidence and swear before both men and Gods that it is real. If, we accept your evidence Thanatos will pay due compensation, say 10 Talents of Gold." Alixenus now turned to Brutus, sword still in hand, his countenance almost like that of a disappointed father. Meanwhile the court artist had practically thrown his previous work on the floor and starting sketching this new dramatic spectacle.

"Brutus, I swore help for your homeland and you shall have it. I can understand your boredom of my city, there aren't exactly any Giant sized attractions available. Now that this conference has come to an abrupt end we will depart soon." No one else dared to speak, or make any other noise. They all seemed frozen, entranced by the sheer Gravitas of Alixenus' rage. It was as if the Winged Lion itself, the Sigil of the city, was embodied in this man. Now he rounded on Thanatos and the sisters Fury and Strife were beside him as he addressed the dead man before him.
"As my people fought and died to defend their city I never once saw a single Diyadian come to our aid. Search our Dungeons, check our prisoner roles. None of your men are here." Now he pointed his sword at Thanatos, the steel shimered in the early evening sun. "If your people are truly the prodigal spawn of Venezzia, then you will abandon this demand for my arrest. Under our laws colonial authorities do not supercede the City's. But if the Gods have so deluded you that you no abandon this path, then come and get me." More city and council guards were arriving, weapons at ready. Like the Hawk that hovers in the skies, waiting to strike, so too were they watching the diplomats.

All was silent save for the rustling of the Cypress trees in the wind. Xavier made the smallest movement behind Alixenus, perhaps he was straightening his robes. Whatever he did, it caused Alixenus' furious mind to realise something. Xavier has the Necronomicon. Alixenus now drew a dagger with his left and, keeping his sword towards Thanatos, spun and pressed keen edge against Xavier's throat. "You hold in your hands that cursed book, the book which has caused so much suffering already and will send many a nobleman to the underworld if it falls into the hands of the AN. You, sir, shall hand that book to Thanatos so that he may destroy it for the good of all."

OOC: Not sure why, but halfway through writing that I decided to give that post a Homeric spin. Not sure it worked. Thoughts everyone? Sorry for the long post, but it's been a while.