As You Wish

*Malleus* · 04-01-2019, 06:08 PM

Malleus has spent the better part of a day schooling Pyrrhic on the finer points of domestic diplomacy; how remaining impartial was better for everyone involved, how to be firm and fair. It was an art that was hard to teach, but Malleus was confident that if he laid the groundwork well in time Pyrrhic would be able to master it. Someday, if the Fallen God saw fit, Pyrrhic would become Risen Emperor in his father’s place.

It wasn’t a lesson just for Pyrrhic and soon Malleus would make a point to take each of his ambitious children aside and teach it to them. He hoped that by fostering their ambition the rest would seek positions of power or break from the pack to lead their own packs and bands in the Empire.

Presently Malleus was taking a break from the lesson. He’d sent his heir on a patrol and now wandered around one of the rooms adjacent to the great hall. It was a room he’d allowed his tinkerer son to fill with all sorts of projects in various stages of completion. Some things he recognized; weapons, nets and the like. Others he had no idea what they were for and could only guess at their purpose.

Serena’s voice in the hall pulled him from his reverie though his gaze remained fixed on a particularly confounding contraption. “In here, Serene,” he called over his shoulder.

"Malleus" "Pascal"

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