Pius Fidelus: The Oque

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Gandoran

Group 15

"Yes, Gandoran help." The Immortal spoke evenly, smiling. These creatures were receptive. He was dismayed that they didn't know the exact numbers of their group.. but he wasn't concerned with trivialites like numerics. "I can help you by gifting you with items that will make you far superior to your peers. Food to help you, information you require. Knowledge of war and other practices that will make you great. And.. my services in combat, when I am in need of some fun." He said this last part chillingly, but perhaps lost on the Oque.

"But.. you do need a leader. Someone to rule when I am not around." He mused out loud, "Someone among you second to me." He continued, looking at the three that had been conversing with you. "Tsketk, Peftky.. and you." He said, gesturing at them. "Can you decide among you with civility who will give the orders, or is a contest of skill required?"