#cotl chemach

"Little beast, do not provoke the mighty Chemach!" says a blue owl... or duck? dripping black liquid from their lower half, after seeing Goat about to cut throught one of her followers. "Ah, the Crown... Purple Crown... you beast godly... Come I have some tools. Tools to give, yes? " Goat stepped inside the temple, walking towards the bird like creature that was hanging from the ceiling... "My brothers, they might have pretty things, but mine? Power. Powerful things." They were about to took the relic in front of them, a pretty mirror with golden colors, although broken. But hesitated because of her gaze. "Will you look? Will you take? What will you give in turn? Your flesh? Your horns? Your Crown?" She brought her hand up to one of their horns, almost caressing the air near it. The goat stepped aside, ready to draw the weapon if they see any further suspicious movement. "Ah! Ah! I jest, I joke! I won't take anything! Nothing for Chemach!" They put the arm down and took the mirror, examinating it.

"Once of Gods, now Godly power contained…eyes and ears and throats and brains… Ah. Chemach can make Relic from anything. Hair and nails, little goats horns…" They gave another warning glance, while storing the mirror inside the cloak.