The'kal returned the rest of the gems then created a much more potent gem.<span style="color: #666600">"Something like this, then? This would power an entire fleet of Alliance air ships if they were creative enough to harness the energy. Orcs are no more or less brutal than Humans or any other race on this planet. I know, I've been slaughtered or cut open and experimented on by all of them at some point. Well most of the world would know me as The'kal, the Trollish goddess of mother and fertility. Given that you're neither a Troll nor a woman there's no reason to give you a nickname." </span>She shrugged and wandered over to look down into the canals.<span style="color: #666600"> "I've been a goddess long enough, now I'm just lonely. My mate is off trying to cleanse this world of the hateful mortals, like the ones in your former castle. And... my lover, the dragonling, finally got to fuck the woman of her dreams and passed out with a silly grin on her face. Though if you were a Troll you'd likely try to kill me after the panic and grovelling phase, I'm not well liked." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>