His body had barely begun to recognize it was dead from Hex’s gunshots when she cast Disintegrate on it. ‘No point in making it easy to bring him back’, Bliks thought, dipping her toe into the dust that oozed out of the clothing of the former Black Sovereign.
Looking up and across the large chamber filled with panicked guests and now hesitant guards, she was glad she had been able to convince her companions to take this necessary next step. Hex had opposed her, but that was before, and he had been right. Unity posed the greater threat and Bliks had been blinded by the opportunities for a future that, had its plans come to fruition, would have been cast aside as the dust was just now being scattered by her Fickle Winds.
But now that the head had been cut off, the resulting infighting of the Kellild tribes in an attempt to take up the mantle of Black Sovereign would weaken Numeria, and with all of the threats on her borders, this was something she could well not survive. Bliks mused on that for a moment, an impotent arrow arcing across the room from some brave guard not even catching her attention. Eryno began to defensively step in their direction, but the roar of Hex’s pistol silenced that resistance. Had she managed to stir up unrest on the borders, against Hex’s advice, it could have gotten out of hand. She smiled; Hex would make for a good Black Sovereign.
An offhand wave and she completed yet another spell she had prepared hours earlier, having barely scraped the depths of her ability to not only assault the castle but to deal with what token defence could be mounted before they slew the Black Sovereign Kevoth-Kul. Her voice now magically amplified boomed unnaturally evenly across the room, catching everyone but the Torch Bearers off guard; her companions, the pistol wielding Hex, Eryno our scout and bodyguard, and the spiritual twinned healer Ve’Dien, knew the general points Bliks was going to bring up, but not the specifics.
“The Black Sovereign is dead. The Technic League has been shattered. And the Gearsman Unity who dreamed itself a god, who directed the attack on Starfall from its lair in Silver Mount, has been destroyed.” She opened with; the first were indisputable but even the threat of the last was little known outside of a few. That was going to change, as were many of the secrets the Technic League had held.
“Kevoth’Kul was a good man, seeking to make Numeria into the empire that we were poised to be before the Fall of Sarkoris, when demons came to our world. But he was murdered long before today by the poisons of the treacherous Technic League. We all know that it was truly they, not Kevoth’Kul, who have been ruling Numeria for years. With their leaders dead, their base of operations blasted into ruin, and their members fighting amongst themselves, it is now that we must seize Numeria back for ourselves.”
“For they hid from us the truth, that we are two people. Kevoth’Kul came from one of our people, the hearty tribes, whose bravery and strength are renowned across Golarion. But the corruption of the Technic League blinded him, and you, to the second people that we are; those of us, like me, who seek to understand the secrets that were gifted to us after the Rain of Stars.”
“The Technic League failed because they were cowards and did not see the two people that we are. They sought strength only for themselves, using it to dominate the tribes. But all they did with their supposed strength was to bicker amongst themselves and keep us from becoming who we truly should be, the greatest nation on the face of Golarion. For we are two people, one people hardened by hard ways, one people enlightened by hidden truths.”
“Even after centuries the Technic League could only repair what they found; they were scavengers, picking at the surface of the secrets given to us by the Androffans, whose ruins we still inhabit. But I propose a new way. For almost a year now I have been leading followers of Brigh centered in Torch to unearth and master the vessel that crashed there and now with the dangers of the Silver Mount tamed, our research can expand greatly. But the two people of Numeria must cast aside old ways. The tribes must not punish those who seek to explore the ways of the Androffans out of fear of the unknown and the technologists must not seek to dominate the people of the land through the secrets they have found.”
“And the technologists will not be the only people to benefit, as they will bring new medicines, weapons, and even allies to our fellow people in the tribes. Gearsmen will not merely be repaired, but built whole and new, to fight alongside our brave warriors. Weapons and armour crafted from skymetal will flow freely to those who need them, and we will craft great tools not only for war but also for peace. Life will spring from barren lands and we will be the envy of all other nations of Galorian; the jewel in the north. We will bring war, not just defence, against the demons on our border, and with the strength of one people and the insight of the other, we will bring an end to this Age of Lost Omens, ushering in a true Age of Glory, the Age of Numeria.”
‘It was a start’, she thought. Not everyone would listen and not everyone would benefit, but the die had been cast; there needed to be change in Numeria as she and her companions had toppled the twin pillars of the Black Sovereign and the Technic League. Perhaps they could import the philosophy of Common Rule from the Republic of Andoran, keeping the Black Sovereign as the head of the military and creating two councils, one composed of the people the other of likely reluctant technologists, to write new laws and administer the hopefully burgeoning nation. For certain they would have to get technical expertise from the engineers of Alkenstar, even if they were working the technology problem from the other, perhaps more grounded end.
But the Androffan genie was out of the bottle and Bliks would be damned if anyone tried to stuff it back in. The Technic League had tried that and gotten nowhere. She looked at her hands, hands that had helped craft so many spells over the months of adventuring with her companions. Those hands would now be put to better use, as magic benefits only the few and the local, and what she sought to create, would transform a nation, and in time, a world.