Alternated universe of the Fall from Heaven universe (Civilization IV mod).761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJEvgJueVGr
Extracted from the royal Sielyte archives: an article of "The Cleverness of Immortals", written Second Age of Rebirth Year 677 by Nelliles the Recorder, recording the events of Banthrel the Immortal of the Greydors, Legacy of the Sidalosians, Ruler of the Sielytes.761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROUSbzHeDP
The Overcouncil and Undercouncil, both alliances of the Sielytes' founding (really Banthrel is the only one to credit for uniting the Councils), were well-advanced without the overseeing of the Immortal. They discerned themselves with the Immortal Banthrel, even going so far as to promptly declare him a threat of the highest threats. The good-aligned factions of the Overcouncil thought themselves protected because of their cause, sending spies in like hornets to the Sielyte capital, and the evil-aligned factions of the Undercouncil thought themselves protected because of their power, sending spies in just like the Overcouncil did. However, if there's something I know about Banthrel, it's that he would become pissed angry at the pompous actions of the Councils.761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qrvUMgL9K
There was an interesting solution to this.
The Immortal spoke, "Nelliles, I do not know which courtiers are agents of the Overcouncil and the Undercouncil. However, I cannot allow them into my house as snakes among hares. ... No, I have a thought!" He jumped in joy, nearly knocking me to the floor!761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4pfwC29nJc
I exclaimed, "And that is!? What is so brilliant that you might murder me with your joy, Banthrel?"
"I have an idea. You will watch and record, nothing more."
"Of course, Banthrel."
One pseudo-alchemist visit later, and all courtiers sit to dine in the Sielyte palace.761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXejoxANIpU
The Immortal spoke, "As many of you surely already know, I had invited an alchemist here to the court to brew me a particularly special poison. Some of you had pretended to eat your food, but fear not: the silverware was poisoned, not the food. You denied yourselves a great feast before your deaths. So, in this case, I have set out two bottles of the antidote, and those of you who are Council agents, please feel free to drink the bottles and declare your nationhood.”761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU43OfyesOH
It was humorous to watch. Four out of the nine court members broke a sweat. Three looked around, confused. Two looked terribly afraid. After a few moments of silence, a Svartalfar royal huntress spoke, “Have it your way! I’m from the Undercouncil, understand!?” and she took one of the bottles and drank it.761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNuEGfe5fFe
Three more courtiers stood up, this time an Elohim visitor and two Ljosalfar court advisors. They all stated “Overcounil!” with pride and began fighting for the last bottle.
“Fight not,spies!” Banthrel commanded, ceasing the clashing of swords and throws of fists, “No need to fight, because the silverware was never poisoned, and you are fighting for a bottle of poison!” He smiled at the Svartalfar huntress as she saw her doom. She fell to the floor, sick. “Oh, kidding! It’s no poison, just water, but the real punishment will come by my hands, spies.”
Six Sidar spirit guards appeared out of the air in their ghostly forms, scaring everyone’s wits (I myself might have needed a change of dress). The guards grabbed the agents, who were fighting desperately to no avail, and dragged the agents to the gardens to be hung shortly after, save the Svartalfar. Banthrel beheaded the evil Elf-descendant and grabbed a Sielyte Royal Guard’s pike. He stuck the pike on top of the fountain and stuck the head on top of the pike. He then spoke with his loud, mind-entering voice...
“I may have created the Overcouncil and Undercouncil, but if I find any who seek my wisdom or death and are unwilling to speak directly to me and of a Council, hiding in my court, they will be hund, burned, impaled, or such the other.”
I saw three Sidar guards take three court members, who had unsheathed concealed weapons (banned in the court, mind you), and dragged those agents to the pathway into the dungeons. Probably to be tortured.
“If I do not make myself clear, I have hung three Overconucil agents on the Tree of Sephares and an Undercouncil agent’s head is sitting on a pike on top of the Immortal Fountain, where they will stay until it befits me. There are three more agents for my company in the dungeons. Let this be a message to all who are in the Councils of creation, and beware.”
All the Sielytes listening ooh’d and ahh’d and cheered their Immortal god-king, though the message was not for them. The message was towards the Councils, their members stretching far and wide around the world. The telepathic voice of Banthrel’s would surely meet their ears, and I’m sure a few of those members would need a change of trousers after the unexpected message.
Sadly enough, the court became quiet, the only remaining members being the Sielyte national advisor and Grigori military advisor and myself, the null-factioned yoal recorder. So quiet, but peaceful.
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