[Twan]

Coming with news of the north, Exadios was informed that the Mighty Antepelagyos had asked to have all these news directly transmited to him. Encountering the legendary Divine Smith was a great honor for an humble scout. The priestesses recommanded him to take a bath and adorn its most beautiful clothes during the realisation of the parchment at the size of the immense god on which his message will be written. Enjoying to read but probably a little myope, the Sword of Balance had ordonned to always deliver him messages on size 4 paper format.

Exadios accompanied by 8 slaves to carry the enormous letter reproduced by the priestesses on an elephant skin was finally allowed to enter the gardens of the Utonshire fortress, where the Prince of Craft was sculpting statues.

The messenger didn't had the time to appreciate the beauty of the god's creation and how well Antepelagyos represented on them the face of his former ennemy Göran (no one except Antepelagyos himself, and perhaps his trade minister, know why he has decided to make statues at the image of another god).
As soon Antepelagyos closed the letter he threw it on the messenger's squad, killing 3 of the slaves. "We have waited too long. It shouldn't have been !" he said of his enormous voice. Then, suddenly calmed he started to dictate a never ending list of orders to Exadios who suddenly realised he had forgoten to bring something to write. By chance he could write on the back of the elephant skin with the blood of one of the slaves. There were detailed orders for all the fortresses. There were orders for a dozen of astrologer and the triple of mystics. There were new orders for near to all the commanders of the empire. Many of these orders were simple but mysterious "say to Hippomacho that the time has come", "say to Maiandros to prepare the bridge", "say to Master Mazes it's operation Greenfall". Some others included details of cabalistic formulaes the mages were supposed to use and Exadios couldn't understand. He noted that the Mighty Divine Smith asked many mages to make a bridge, and insisted a lot to have the more possible of his armies "rofen" and that adepts of a foreign order should be used for that, but that mystics could "fifen" at least.

Exadios didn't had time to think about the meaning of all these stranges sentences, as soon the gigantic Prince of Craft ended to dictate, he took suddenly the elephant skin parchment to reread it, ejecting Exadios who was sat on it to write, up to 12 meters high. The last vision of the scout, during his fall down, was his inattentive god searching where he could had disappeared.