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"Gromnir, Gromnir, Gromnir, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to kill you." Valaris paused, "Unless, you would consider an alliance?"
"Yeah, Ole stinky butt Yaga thinks he's soooo much better than anyone else, but we've got a plan, see," The young woman in black grinned, brushing back a shock of pink hair and revealing a long scar down her cheek, "Y'see, yer dead anyway." There was no warmth in her grin, only piercing chill in her eyes, "So yer've got yer life ta lose, or ya can join us. When ole Yuggy thinks he's won, we close in an' hit him from the rear. Triangle, see." She made the shape with her hands.
"Why Gromnir trust?"
She shrugged, and looked at the elf.
"We won't come to your aid then."
"Yup. Pity. But hey, you know how it is. Can't save 'em all."
"You only kill Gromnir!"
"That's a risk ya gonna hafta take."
"There's enough essence to go around." Valaris' voice was ice itself.
"Melissan tell you that? Melissan lie."
"Yer really not helpin' yaself here," Imoen spread her hands, then shrugged, "Welp, guess we're gonna hafta leave him."
"No! Wait! Gromnir listen. You help save Gromnir; what you want?"
Imoen's smile was sweetness itself, and her smile was death, "Yuggy's head."
"Abazigal is an abomination." Valaris stated softly, "Help us destroy them. Then we will settle this if there is anyone left to oppose us. We will split Murder's Throne, and ascend in triad: upon the planes there are gods who will despise us. Together, as brothers and sisters, we can cast them down. There will be more than enough of their essence to consume."
"See, the trouble with you is ya think too small." Imoen flashed her teeth viciously, "We don't just want daddy's throne; we want the planes."
"Gromnir need to think."
"Don't take too long; time's a runnin' out."
The apparitions faded, leaving Gromnir alone in Saradush.