6.74 - Just Chilling
Killing Death seemed like a goofy plan. Theo wasn’t onboard with it, but he wouldn’t vote against it if the others wanted to go through with the plan. The logistics of such a plan were bad enough. If one were to consider the implications and how this might put them out with the gods, things got even worse. But as always, Khahar had a plan that went too deep to have been thought up on the spot. The alchemist didn’t believe Death was the target of this plan originally, but it was a contingency. Then there was the vote of the gods he needed to bring along his landmass.
The group met for a few hours on Fenian’s new planet, which he had named Erradon—although he wouldn’t explain where he had come up with the name or why he settled on that one. Theo was happy to dismiss the god business. Thankfully, there were steps Khahar had to take to make the plan work. After reassurances that nothing they were doing was against the rules, the alchemist departed, depositing the various groups where they wanted to go.
“Why didn’t you make a planet with buildings already on it?” Theo asked as he and Tresk landed back home. The ground rumbled as Alex took a few steps forward.
“I wanted a blank slate,” Tresk said, wiping her hands through the air as though revealing some pristine vision.
All Theo could see was the endless swamp of her planet. But Broken Tusk had been built from the same concept. Why not an entire world for a swamp. Screw it. With the end of the world in sight, there was no one to tell them how to make their planets. Tero’gal, Tol’bak, Khahak, and Erradon were now four Throneworlds strong. Their position with the system was cemented. And they were planning to kill a god. Well, unseat one. But still.
“Should we get some food?” Theo asked. “Maybe head over to the tavern for once?”
“Sure,” Tresk said, nodding down the street. Both Sarisa and Rowan were approaching. They had seen Tresk and Theo appear as they lingered by the manor. “Let’s bring those chuckleheads along. Just gotta feed Alex first.”
Theo nodded, meeting up with Sarisa and Rowan. They looked slightly bored, but otherwise content with the current arrangement. “Dinner?”
“If that means we don’t need to cook,” Sarisa said, clapping with excitement. “Then, yes!”