The gnoll god chuckles softly at his reply. "It was a gradual thing. A century of warfare, of victories over our enemies. The priesthood turned from support and guidance to war and politics. The senate serves at the whim of the church, and, while powerful in their own way, their power pales, compared to that which my clerics wield. Even if they have the support of the people... it hardly matters when my clerics can beat any army they could field, if they displeased the church. I'm not entirely blameless for this," he says, quickly. "I encouraged certain attitudes, guided women I thought would suit my purposes to power... but, once there, they did more than intended. I figure it will be another decade or two, before the effect becomes irreversible, but not enough time to raise a new champion, not to the heights Suzuanne has reached."