Curse of the Ogre King
Upon Gnaeus' declaration, the various Ogre leaders could not keep their silence.
"Tch," Scipio scoffed, "We can take Charm at any time. The forces of War Princess Cassiopeia are a joke."
--"No, Charm must fall before they stand with the Giants!"
--"We must tread carefully! The allies of Prince Tycondrius number far too many..."
--"You are all fools! We cannot give the Queen of Stone a reason to take action!"
Gnaeus bristled with annoyance. He had already spoken, yet his sons and cousins were not of a single mind.
Elder Zodurob idly preened his beard, "Chaaarm... Yesss... If we were to... *recover* a corpse of one of Rylania's ilk. Then, we can prove their neutrality broken."
Gnaeus couldn't help but loose a chuckle. His uncle's intelligence had proved, time and again, to be a most valuable asset.
It was a shame, though. Once Gnaeus declared himself King, the old Wizard would have to be executed to ensure his reign.