Piggy Goes...

Within a normal household in the Ebonreach, the smoke of roasted food filled the air with a savory aroma.

The mother of the family stirred the pot of stew that was simmering on the stove and saw that it was about to be ready.

By the table, her husband flipped through the pages of the newspaper and shook his head.

"The unrest by the Imperium City is getting worse," he muttered out loud. "It is only a matter of time before the war starts."

Hearing that, his wife looked at the stew absentmindedly; the stirring stopped, but then she quickly resumed, trying to push away the anxiety that was creeping into her mind.

"In the war of the gods, we, the Originals, will be the foot soldiers." He said with a sigh.

"They cannot force us to participate." His wife said.

"Oh, they can." He said. "They're, after all, protecting us from the horrors of beyond the wall, and the least we can do is help in the war."