Why the High Priests called the Heavenly Congregation
Kgorlesh loomed over the plain of Halron.
He had considered looming in the form of a tree, but in his present mood he did not wish to feel the rich, life-giving earth between his roots. Instead, he took the form of a storm cloud, vast and dark. Kgorlesh was not a rain cloud, giving water and life to the plains below. He was a storm of destruction, of cyclones and floods, death and mayhem. He did not truly relish destruction; like the rest of the Twelve, his passion was Creation. Unlike the other gods, however, Kgorlesh recognized that some Creations deserved destruction.
Kgorlesh rumbled ominously, troubling the humans gathering on the plain of Halron.
"Surely you do not plan to wash away those humans, Kgorlesh. You know it is forbidden."
Lightning cracked deep within Kgorlesh's form. "I will merely create a swamp in this place, Col, and if the humans are too foolish to escape the flood, it is no fault of mine."
Col, eighth of the Twelve, laughed merrily as she took the form of a female elf floating in the air beside Kgorlesh. "I doubt Adarpath will find that as amusing as I do. The humans are his Creation, and he guards his prerogatives jealously."
"Surely the First will not miss these few humans here." Kgorlesh rumbled, loosing a cold wind onto the plain.
Col shook her head, smirking up at the mammoth cloud. "I'm sure he would note your interference even if only a single man perished in your flood. But it looks to me as if there are more than a few humans on that plain, with more coming. Half the race, it seems. I never thought I'd see so many humans in one place without fighting amongst themselves. I wonder what they're doing down there..."
"Half the race, you say." Storm clouds are not well suited to forming questions. Form shapes thought. Lightning cracked as Kgorlesh pondered this opportunity. "It is true the humans vex you as well."
Col scowls down at the humans on the plain. "They do. They change things where they go. The forests I created for my elves are being harvested for lumber; soon they will be empty plains like this one. And where they seek to establish mines and quarries in the high places, they clash with the dwarves of the Fourth. I know you don't like their interference in the swamps to the South, but there is nothing we can do."
"They DRAIN the swamps, Col!" Kgorlesh thundered, lightning cracking. Abruptly, Kgorlesh was a crocodile resting on a rock, the rock itself floating in the air. "We can do nothing... but the elves and dwarves can."
Col looked at Kgorlesh curiously. "What do you mean? They defend themselves well, when the humans intrude."
The crocodile's maw gaped. "And if they were to marshal their armies, and strike here? Half the human race, you said. Surely they cannot stand if the other races unite against them. Go to your priests among the elves, and tell them to meet with the other races. Instruct them in the value of this war."
Col stroked her chin. "And you think the other races will join them in this endeavor?"
Kgorlesh's jaw snapped shut. "If their gods tell them to, they will. I will propose this plan in the Heart of Liros tonight. We cannot act directly against Adarpath's Creation, but it is no fault of ours if our Creations prove stronger. I think this plan will have support from the Fourth, and others as well. Will you join us?"
Col nodded. She disappeared into a flash of light, streaking toward Liros the Blue Moon, soon followed by Kgorlesh. Sun streamed through where the cloud once was, bathing the plain of Halron. The humans breathed a sigh of relief to be spared the terrible storm, unaware that a worse storm was brewing.