So Jim placed down the most feared cards. The last missing piece of the Orumakhan Dinglebets. The one that was so thought to be safe and lost forever. The one whose very existence was erased from memory. But it was there, vivid and very true to its descriptions by those manuscripts that endured all the many 1000 years to remain intact in the realm of the Undead. The other 9 knights looked worried, time had come they knew, to lay down each of their long generations of masterhood over the Ashan, feared they might lose everything that they so lavishly were handed down from their ancestors, once all the 10 pieces were joined to form the Orumakhan. They had no running away from fate they thought. It was strange that all the 10 clans thought in unison. Something that had never found to happen even in chance for the many years since all the pieces were broken and spread around the universe. They were nearing the end, they sensed.
But Jim, as if he could read their thoughts, said
“In case all of you are thinking what I am thinking, I’d like to make a proposition. Something that’d rather save you from the wraths of the Greithan Rile and let your greedy dominion continue for several more years to come by”.
As expected, they all looked at him, puzzled and curious with a great load of suspicion.
”What good do you gather, from this plot of yours, that serves to save us?”
asked Maintith Plaide of the Seventh Hirelet.
“ A good eh? Rather a great deal of good at that! But what that will be, and what you need, shall be revealed only after you swear allegiance to the Mighty Bulệt I’ll lay down now. Once you are bound by the Bulệt, you know that there is no turning back, take your time to choose”.
Jim put forth with a great deal of sarcasm and very little hope. His plan was proceeding as designed, but it was a flimsy one, not reliable, after all it was himself who made it up.