2. Complicated

"Huntress."

Imperious, demanding and completely naked - that's the Hunter for you, and right there in her tent. Of course, it was scaled down to her size, so His head vanished somewhere into the bent bough roof, leaving her with an uncomfortable view. Regal and divine, trees be damned, it was clear He was awaiting a reply.

"Lord Haern."

What else do you say really, in that sort of situation?

Lots of silence, then. Perhaps He was reconsidering this visit. Maybe He was planning how to punish her for being short. He wouldn't be the first nor the last. Finally, a shower of pine needles boomed down at her, "I need you to win me a war."

Oh, nothing major then.

"I...umm..."

"Articulate," the leaves commented.

"I try. A war?"

Branches shook. Probably a nod.

"For Duiran? I really don't think they would be on board with tha-"

A violent rustling. Not Duiran.

"I..."

"Ashtan," He answered.

"Ashtan?" she echoed.

"Ashtan," He confirmed.

At this point, she just kept quiet. It was clear He had something in mind, and, besides, that last head shake had knocked a pinecone against her temple.

A few moments of decorous quiescence ensued. A bird nearby erupted into merry song. His hand shot out and caught it, roughly, and there was a squawking "pop," showering her with a scatter of dusty feathers. She blinked.

"I need an agent," He finally stated. "You."

Sure. Infiltrate a city that hung wanted posters of her. Sneak around, get some info before any guards cottoned on. Doable. She'd done more with less warning befor-

"You will lead their armies."

Oh.

"You will lead their armies, and retake My Temple."

Oh boy.

"And nobody will know what you are doing or why. Nobody CAN know. You will be utterly alone - the forests cannot know, not yet."

Well, this certainly sounds easy.

"You will be My hidden arrow, and you will strike Me a vital blow. A needed blow."

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Another fall of pine needles, and then His face was before her, His eyes, green and deep and hungry and feral, swimming with the Hunt, that was all she could see. She felt herself slipping.

"And when you are done, when you do this for Me," He whispered, one hand lightly cupping her cheek with rough, calloused fingers. "When you do this, you shall return to the forests. I will blow the horns of welcome, Myself, and none will ever dare doubt you again." And in that heartbeat before He vanished, she was His, gone, loyal.

Simple.

1. Introduction

1. Introduction

The Super Secret Diary of Lord Varian, the Satus, Creator of All and Everything (NO PEEKING SEVERN I REALLY MEAN IT)

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1 Variach (OH SEE WHAT I DID THERE) year 0

WTF, why did I make a year zero. This sounds stupid. Brb.

1 Variach (HROAGH) year 1

Now this just sounds like I’m a newb at this Creation shit. Meh. Gotta age it up a bit.

1 Variach (HEYO) year 53

Well, crap, I screwed something up there. Whatever. Just gonna run with it. I doubt anyone will notice.

2 Variach (Heh Heh Heh) year 53

So I totally made a new world. I’m kinda a super creative badass like that. 

3 Variach (Sup) year 53

Invented a pair of mortals to appreciate my creativity.

4 Variach (Yo) year 53

Deleted mortals. Each one just kept whining about how I liked the other guy more. BOOORRIING.

5 Variach (BAM) year 53

So, today I made vampires. They suck. Heh, that joke is NEVER going to get old. No, but seriously, they kinda do, but DUDE vampires. I’ll just wait to invent help scrolls for a few years, to balance it out. Should be fine.

6 Variach (Booya) year 53

Invented combat. From scratch, natch. 

7 Variach (Man, this does NOT get old) year 53

Invented alcohol today.

8 Variaaacc-

1 Severin year 53

OH SEE WHAT I DID THERE?

(ofcourseyoudidn’t)

13 Arios year 53

Well crap, finally found this again. Things look stable and balanced enough. Gonna call it a day.