Priori - New MA Game (Draw)

[Rathar]

Tithonos, his muscles bulging hugely, wiped his brow as he watched his goddess battle with the last follower of the snakemen faith, the Lord Benim himself. Maeneds yelled their approval even as they were trampled absentmindedly beneath the great Cyclops's boots. The towering figure finally fell, stunned by the poisons of Stheno and exhausted by his futile but heroic efforts to sustain the cause of Pythium.

Pondering this scene caused the horse-man to realize that but for the will of the Creators and luck that would have been himself falling before the hordes. He hoped that the luck which enabled this victory would continue but knew that to rely upon it would invite disaster.

"What new vistas await me in the future? Shall the forests triumph in the end and become an unbroken green vista or shall all the lands groan beneath the bite of the plow and the stupidity of the herded animal?" With these thoughts Tithonos strode through the now unguarded gates of the Great City.

To Be Continued..