Northern Continental Forest

Sunset was nearing and there was still no sign of change. A stiff breeze blew through the forest, the branches swaying and dancing among each other. The sound of the rustling leaves would drown out any sound that the approaching grigs might make. The ambush would be a piece of cake. The grigs could smash the city, spill the blood of its inhabitants, loot it and go on in a few hours...

...Except that when they came, the city was deserted. Doors flapped around in the wind and the various bunches of items were hanging unattended here and there.

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Stone Garden

Me? Let's just say that I serve forces that exist as long as the world turns and the wind blows.

Now about this philosophy of Moghor's. It wouldn't be the same one about how everyone should be ruled by the strong, most favorably his master race and all the gods other than himself are stupid and inept, would it?