Grand Master Mason Myth Keddiden made his way to Reg Craftgranite the Eribite Heir in the old hospital/communal living space. The Heir to the House of Erib was wounded, his spine damaged. Of the 17 members of his family, only he and one of his little sisters remained alive. He was paralyzed and couldnt move. He was going in and out of constant tantruming. Urist had ruined him, killing his family and then personally beating him and breaking his back, then leaving him to wallow in his pain and misfortune.
Grand Master Myth was there to seek an alliance with the pitiful dwarf. The ranks of Freemasonry had been devestated as well during the recent events. There were in fact only three surviving members who were still alive. Two more had lived but had joined the Queen in her temple. Damn Lord Montague! Damn Aldaris!
"What do you want?" Reg Craftgranite asked.
"Please my lord - "
"Swear an oath of fealty to me as many times as you wish, but a Freemason's loyalties shifts with the winds!"
"Well...look Reg, you need me and I need you. We are both in tenuous situations, not only threatened by the Queen but by one of these warlords coming in here with their squads and taking over from us," pleaded Myth.
At precisely that moment a marksdwarf that was resting injuries in the bed next to the Heir of the House of Erib leapt up in a rage and flung out his crossbow!!!
Luckily there were still a few loyal guards, and he was quickly cut down. But it added great emphasis to the Grand Master's words. Reg Craftgranite and Myth Keddiden decided that since Reg was too weak to rule, and Myth too hated, they would prop up an acceptable candidate as mayor and rule from behind the scenes. They set to work on finding such a dwarf.
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