He had been following the two strange looking figures for a few hours now through the thick forest of trees, not sure of what they were. “New gods that came to the realm maybe” Settra thought, or even a new monster that came from the Mist. It did not matter to Settra; he was intrigued by them. They could wield the magic of the realm and both brandish weapons unlike any Settra had seen. From a distance the figures looked like the normal people of the realm, but from a closer inspection, Settra could see what appeared to be small metal panels with lights that blinked on and off. Their eyes glowed in a strange and mysterious way and they spoke in voices almost so metallic he could not understand them. Settra followed them for what felt like an eternity. The two figures stopped; it had been the first time they had taken a break from the grueling march in over five hours. The male was giving the female commands, pointing to various locations of the surrounding area. Settra sat hidden from their view and watched as the two “gods” began laying out what soon appeared to be a crudely drawn fighting ring. “This should be good”, Settra thought as he pulled out his smoking pipe and a pinch of devil weed, wishing he had a bit of silver leaf…

The dust cloud of combat rose and settled many times as day turned to night. Settra started to realize this was no more than training or practice for both of the humanoids, being the Weapon Master of House Z’Ress he noted they showed great skill being almost evenly matched with each other. Being a Drow Elf, Settra could make out intense heat signatures of the two figures as the sun began to shine its final light before setting behind the trees and mountains. It was then that he realized the two figures where looking in his direction; no they were looking at him he feared! Scanning him, almost in disbelief they had not noticed him before then the two “gods” began moving in Settra’s direction, scanning the trees searching for others that could pose a possible ambush. The two figures came closer and closer being very cautious of the situation. Settra stood slowly putting his hands up to show he was not going for a weapon. “Vendui’” Settra said, hello in the dark elf language.

The two MECH looked at each other then back at the drow. The female was ready to pounce on the flesh that stood before her, but before she could the male signaled her to stand down. The male spoke in the common tongue, “I am called Black.”

“My people call me Settra”, the dark elf replied.

Nodding his head the male MECH said, “Have you ever heard of the Glory of Gond?”

“Gond? No I have not.” Settra replied.

Then come and let us share the story of how the great MECH Empire was raised by the Wondermaker, Gond…”

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