In the city of Shivering Isles there is a great mortuary, where the dead are laid to rest.
In that mortuary, something awakens.
: Head... aches... memory... forsakes...
: Oh, you're awake? Thought you were a deader for sure this time chief.
: A talking head of teeth and bone, but how can such a thing be known?
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I'd have you lay out to me, the knowledge of things that I be.
: Uh. Yeah. You're.. well, I don't know. You go by a handful of names. Kind of lost track as to which one is real. You're in charge of a lovable little bundle of joy known as the Balseraph empire. And uh... you've got a reputation for not being the most rational of thinkers.
:During your last life, when you weren't ranting about cheese, you apointed me to help you. Sort of an aide memoir. Except then he went a bit buggy and tried to use me as a chamber pot. I don't quite have the whole story.. but I thought I'd see if I could help.
And Perpentach and Morte talked long into the night... over the next few days The Shivering Isles were invigorated. A grand festival was proclaimed, to be held as soon as sufficient supplies had been gathered.
Of course that attracted all sorts of party crashers. A veritable surfeit of undesirables, mainly of the Lizard and Orc persuasion. But along with them came a man called Loki.
He claimed to be from the Grigori empire, kicked out for calling himself a god. Such behavious was welcomed in the Balseraph carnival however and he moved in. His behaviour was an inspiration to us all.
Before he moved on to scout, Loki arranged a meeting between Perpentach and the leader of the Grigori.
Who proved to be quite as single minded on the topic of godlessness as Perpentach had feared. Such a bore. Such a stick in the mud. Perpentach resolved to teach him the true meaning of fun. He challenged the dour archangel to a lovely game of cards.
And after a hard fought game, the angel won on the turn of the last card. Far from being a lovely bonding experience though, it seemed to render the Angel even stiffer and more formal. Perpentach shook his head. He had heard that angels could dance on the head of a pin, but where Cassiel was concerned he decided that the problem was getting him to dance at all. Cassiel was not invited to the party.
Meanwhile Loki had found another person who disagreed with his Godliness.
A man who insisted *he* was the one true god, and that all unbelievers would be smote! smitten? smited? Er. Something. Well Loki looked this divine wannabee and yawned profusely. Thinking he was a god? The man must be mad! Loki resolved to hang out in the town of Laikis and show this man's followers what a real god was like.
And they were duly impressed.
Although Auric himself wasn't. Apoplectic with rage might be a better way of summing up his attitudes. Of course Perpentach knew just the remedy to soothe a savage soul. A rousing game of Somnium!
And to his credit, Auric took his loss very well.
The City of Doors, Laikis as was, was proving to be more trouble than it was worth however. Perpentach had spend vast sums attempting to get it ready for the party, enough to dip party research elsewhere in the empire. And word had gotten out to those horrendous party crashers again. Despite the best efforts of Loki, it looked like his city of believers might be not long for this world.
Back in the Shivering Isles, things proceeded apace. Actual Festivals research had been completed so the party technicians asked if they could be allowed to Crafting some new supplies to replace those sent to Laikis.
It was at this point that Perpentach retired to his room, feeling unwell...