<span style="color: orange">"Well I'm glad you've enjoyed your time with me and I hope you'll continue to enjoy time with me and our children."</span>Astiria laughed softly and fondled her breasts for a moment.<span style="color: orange"> "I think you fill the roll of crazy lactation inducing druid quite nicely."</span><br/><br/>The Troll looked at the spirit and Ashia with a sigh and nodded.<span style="color: blue">"Of course one of us would show up, The'kal put in word that her friend needed help and I was free at the time. I can assume this dragon is her friend and you're reason I've been summoned?" </span>She rolled her eyes and sighed again.<span style="color: blue"> "You don't even know who I am or what I do, but you automatically assume I'm a failure and that I ignore those that need help? I wouldn't have a physical form if I didn't help mortals." </span>As the power was drained from her it only weakened Ashia, slowly corrupting and breaking down the spells that bound her together.<span style="color: blue"> "So you plan to, what? Use her against us and rule the mortal world? The Loa and other gods are the least of your concerns if that's your goal, many of our strongest have fallen to mortals on more than one occasion."</span>Laughing, she snapped her fingers and broke free of the mist that bound her then vanished into the shadows.<span style="color: blue"> "I am Moya, the Stalker, I empower the blades that drive through the hearts of the corrupt, the arrows that end the darkest of reigns. Do not preach to me about injustice, I was created to deal with it but I am but one woman with a very small number of able bodied stalkers in this day of age."</span>Moya stepped out of the shadows on the other side of the room but their conversation was interrupted by The'kal's roar, the second goddess breaking into her true form and glaring down at the spirit.<span style="color: olive">"I was wondering when you'd show up, I saw you lurking around while I was fixing Ashia. Your hatred for us is misguided, you shunned your own gods, defiled their altars, mocked their name, and even killed one of their devout followers. Yet you expected their help when you were abused? The disrespect you showed those that did protect you was returned tenfold by your chief. You miserable little whelp, you brought your fate on yourself."</span>With glowing claws she reached into Ashia and pulled out what looked to be a glowing card with the Troll's spirit bound to it.<span style="color: olive">"You should have noticed but you were too busy plotting your own revenge against gods who never had anything to do with you, your soul is no longer bound to Ashia. Rather, it's bound to this smaller enchantment that's worth nothing, much like your life. And for the record, most of the Loa started out as weak and powerless mortals so we know your suffering very well."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>