Damn it.
Fuck it.
FUCKING DAMNIT!
I can't believe my ears when the All-Father made his announcement. Not one word of it. It just cannot be.
He doesn't register the disappointment directly, but I can see it in his eyes.
Out of the fifteen war colonies us elite angels tried to reach out to, as it turned out, only two were successful.
As it turns out, only the Gold Miner Hunters and the Wood Elves, no clue who those are, agreed to join our side. And that the Wood Elves would bear arms, but only as archers.
"No!" I shout. "What about the Guardians of the White Flame? What about CFTSOTW?"
The All-Father looks coldly at me. "It's CFTGTW, boy, and you should know perfectly well that both of them said in their letters that they are not aligning. You are foolish to suggest such a thing, Orson Goldbloom!"
Whoa. Mood swing? Changeling?
I do hope it's the former.
After the gathering, the All-Father wants to talk to me in private.
"As it seems, you don't know your place. You spoke openly into the meeting. As much as it pains me to say this..."
"Yes sir?"
"I am hereby stripping you of your status as a quest leader. Should there be any future field missions, that post will be taken up by Miss Alluni."
"But-" That bitch is a psychopath! She barely speaks!
"No buts! Good day to you, Mr. Goldbloom."
What the fuckingly fucking fuck is going on in home court?
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