Kazezne did not like the Unbon all that much. As a matter of fact, he was quite frankly disgusted with their politics, and depiction of Brash. It had been the god adopted by the Kwunollian colonial initiative. But it had slowly begun to take a sort of liking to Kazezne and his firm foothold, as well as his sense of order and hierarchy. Kazezne was no alien to that of exploring – and possibly conquering territory. He had come across many tribes, who although had been acquired and assimilated in the end, showed a remarkable sense of community, and understanding when it was time to surrender to the unyielding Kwunollian acquisitioners.


    The governor had never seen such organiation, yet such primitivism, and on such a scale as well. When the Kwunollians had first organized the clans over 300 years ago. And Beck, their god, had been left back in Kwunollia. Kwunollia had provided two of her god’s favorite disciples. Eleren, Yewnie, Wanu, and a very knowledgeable theologist, Quon.


    Mediums that had been specially trained, had fallen ill, and had not recovered until a few years ago. One had curled up into a ball, clutching his stomach, and the other one fell unconscious for several days, bedridden. And the final one had suddenly reported the certain anger and resentment, that of which through his person, before it eviserated, never to be sensed again.


    Kazezne, who had been tasked with taking over the colony, had encountered the aggressive Unbon and their god, Brash. And brash indeed they were, usually attacking encampments every week or so, and when met with another blade, not surrendering under any circumstance. Kazezne knew that things could take a very erratic turn at this point, so he paused the mission, taking careful steps to establish an anchor point in the territory, before running head-first into acquiring the colony curated by their explorers. For all he knew, these Unbon might’ve burned it to the ground just from their sheer territorialism.


    Kazezne was well educated, like all other officials, in the act of adoption, and incubation. When the sky became enveloped in darkness, and new rules were discovered, binding some, and liberating others, it marked the beginning of the Kwunollians. And they would stop at nothing, in order to spread their rules onto others. But Kazezne, not in over his head over asserting their rules, knew that they would not spread their power too thin. He was careful as to how much he let this deity influence his rule and his people. Why not? It would be as foolish to stretch your god for miles, and his watchful eye having to maintain all with the limited size he was, as allowing a god of the land to control them. Thus, he would allow for the mixture of their two powers.


    Marak had a different way of looking at things. He did not see why the Kwunollians could not simply march in to take what they wanted. Kazezne was more cautious with his plans to remain friendly with the tribe, in case things went wrong. But Marak had headed southern expansion, particularly, having the Unbon move further south, sandwiching them, and permitting them to leak their borders into the mountain village.


    Marak hated not the religion, but the people who bore it. He talked of them almost as if they did not deserve the god.


    <i>“It is wasteful,” </i>he had said. And Kazezne did This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    The Unbon disliked Marak to a great extent as well. They saw him almost as a threat to their god. He was all that they were, but more dedicated, religious, and fit for the role of bearing the god’s crown. Kazezne did spite this, but he saw it as nothing more than an establishment of dominance. After all, he had been hand-picked by the King of Kwunollia himself, Yheurgs de Laurenk. King Laurenk had a massive selection of candidates. Well mannered, aggressive, socially smart, logically smart, strategists and high ranking members of the clergy alike. But Kazezne could not bring himself to imagine why the King would choose Marak, of all the choices that he had, but Kazezne had a few theories. Marak could have been unwanted. Yes, the king was simply getting rid of Marak, which was a smart move, and one that Kazezne would have appreciated greatly… That was if he weren’t gone along with Marak.


    But Marak had been obedient. Even if he often pushed for things that he personally desired from his position, he never really pushed that hard. Kazezne would see him push through and make little changes, trying not to disturb Kazezne. He was doing a terrible job at it. Kazezne would undo whatever little things that Marak would say and do.


    Upon making a successful agreement with the Unbon – despite Marak’s forward-inching advancement, slowly rewriting borders by the week – Kazezne had sent for Eleren, Wanu, Yewnie, and Quon.


    He was shocked at what he found. Upon meeting Yewnie, he had discovered the village to have been in a depressing state. Sickness and violent tendencies from the northwest had cornered the poor village, and there were no surviving members of the original initiative except Yewnie, and a man named Kaqu, who claimed to be the son of Quon. It hadn’t taken a scholar to figure out what had happened: Some evil entity had inflicted its malevolence upon the people of the Mountain village, leaving the people mentally scarred and amnestic


    When he was but a young boy, during the times in which people were slow to catch on to exactly what fantastic changes were graced upon the world – changes that the most radical, aggressive, and ambitious men, triumph above order – Kazezne had seen the destruction of these towns firsthand. The towns had rejected hosting a deity to protect them or aid them other than themselves… That had been a fateful mistake; A small army led by a madman wielding this new ‘magic’, took the town in less than a day. Kazezne had proudly seen the town be taken back decades later – albeit, ravaged, and stripped of all its dignity – It proudly bore the Kwunollian flags without hesitation. It would have not been too far-fetched to assume the town had a god, but it had forsaken them some time ago, and they had never recovered since. The Unbon had taken advantage of this and had consistently threatened the town since the death of its chief, chief Quon himself.


    Kazezne was struck with intrigue. This town should have cheered and sang at the sound sight of the Kwunollians, but they did not. Instead, they eyed Kazezne and Marak with fear and distrust. He had first blamed Marak for this image created of the Kwunollians. If the people were to resist, it could end with bloodshed and destruction. That would be good for neither party. But the Governor soon realized that Marak was only partially– If at all, to blame for the perception these people had of Kwunollia. No…


    With every year passing, and now in the ninth of the effort, Kazezne knew something was not summing. How had they survived this long with no god?


    Kazezne suspected that perhaps there was a god who had watched over this town– not Collehk, their god’s name. But one that had soiled this land before them.


    Yes! And Kazezne questioned no one about this. As they were so insignificant as individuals that he would not even consider their take of the matter. He knew that there was a god that had come and gone, and he knew that Yewnie, Eleren, and Quon were of