@udaeusx location: Palatine Hill notes: brudders
One became two and now they were three, one more and what remained of the spartoi would have all found their way to Rome. The slights of the past would be answered, rumours had milled about the city that the absent Mars had lost his magister, and most auspicious of all that the eldest of the four originals had found his way back to his flock after all these years. The Pearl was nonviolent by nature, a solitary creature by his own virtue but time and time again he found his way in the company of others. Either by necessity or because they’d earned his loyalty. On the streets he wore the flesh of a man, but as he sat atop a ruined tower on Palatine Hill, the spartoi let iridescent scales, sharp claws, velvety wings and a branched horned head stay in full view.
Pelorus the pious was here. Gods were actively able to find them now and it seemed like only a matter of time before one of these infernal voices that plagued Echion’s mind found his brother. They were unique in their design and their creation where once there had been just five of them now there were just four, should Pelorus achieve his goals then Echion would be left with no choice but to cut their ranks down to three.
“Udaeus.” Echion greeted from above, “You’re late.” They’d awoke to a world rife with problems, the monsters that they’d once hunted were nearly gone from this world but some were returning and both old and new enemies were stirring. A titan was disturbed, and death magic was commonplace. Eldritch powers that had no business in this place had found a foothold.
