"You are telling me, that the leader of the nest is the f.u.c.king island?" No amount of cthulu had prepared him for the visceral revelation that he had been given.

If before he felt a certain level of ease to storm the island of the Amazon like women, now he felt only a sense of dread. No one he knew save for his father had the ability to do substantial destruction to an island all by his lonesome.

Heck even the notorious buster call did nothing but level the island! Frightening yes, but these were two different levels of terror. To pierce the scales of the gargantuan snake alone he would need the ability to make a strike that weighed more than a house!

However strong Lorean was he would be unable to defeat that kind of monster. Even with the augmentation potion he would be unable to dent the d.a.m.n thing, and his crew had gone somewhere like that?!

"Than what is even the point of this endeavor? That snake alone would be able to hunt your entire race, why does it not, and why are you gutsy enough to poke that sleeping dragon?" Lorean asked, a humble tone rife in his voice.

"Peh, Dragon? Don't make me laugh!" The sea king said with a barely concealed surplus of disdain. "That sort of large serpent is only terrorizing to creatures such as you and these sp.a.w.nlings!

He might be strong but he cannot hope to match your race's top powers! As a race that yours treats as equal in strength if not stronger, don't you think that the undersea court would be able to deal with it easily?" He asked with a hint of self righteous pride.

"Then why don't these strong sea kings take action?" Lorean asked curiously as his boat cut through the placid water.

"For the same reason that the goliath bearded one does not go out to hunt! They are asleep! Hibernating to be precise. The older a sea creature gets the longer it has to sleep! Since the gill-less ones that live on it provide it a constant stream of food, why would it bother to ever truly wake up?" Tiamat finished his monologue as he looked over at the human.

"Wont allying with you alarm him into waking up?" "Of course not. At the level of strength that he possesses there would be no reason for him to attack a small force of sp.a.w.nlings. He would not even care too much as long as the nest does not go completely empty!" Tiamat said with a serious and confident voice.

"This human that you want as a part of the deal, who is he? and why do you want him?" Lorean asked quickly changing the topic as he calmed down. The island destroying threat would not make a move, that was sufficient to alleviate the sudden stress that he had begun to feel.

"Hmm..." Tiamat looked over at the form of the one horned blue sea king. The creature's maw was wide open, his fins flipped outward and his piercing blue eyes looked carefully at the horizon, a hint of caution in his otherwise feverous and savage gaze.

A conversation seemed to happen between the two sea kings, unfortunately however Lorean was not privy to this conversation.

"The man that we require is a fairly well built fellow, he seems to have either green or blue eyes and always wears black…..No wait…. the colors that you humans perceive seems not to be the same that we regal creatures do…" Tiamat said, quickly justifying his races colorblindness to the inferiority in the human visible spectrum.

" He has a scar on his right cheek.. Find him with that!" Tiamat said. Lorean could not help but glance contemplatively before jumping to his feet.

"That's Terrick! What the f.u.c.k do you sus.h.i.+s want with my crew?"

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Terrick gasped in cold air as he looked over at the well built man in front of him. The man had black dreadlocks streaming on either side of his head. A small grin on his mouth and a faint dimple on his left cheek. His green eyes stared at Breta kindly as he beckoned her forward.

"Did our deer Breta finally get a friend? By the divine snake it has been a long time! But I must say, since I retired from the inner circle it seems that the clothing of the soldiers there has taken a change a tad more sophisticated!

If I was told that the soldiers would begin to emulate outside wear then I would have stayed on, if only as a way to combat the monotony.." He bemoaned as he gestured to a leather chair.

"The usual?" He asked as he looked over at Breta who nodded. " Anything for you, young man?" he asked as he looked over at Terrick.

"No, nothing thank you." Terrick replied with some measure of politeness.

The man nodded simply before walking into another room.

"Just let him do his thing.. That's Bruma, a retired soldier from the inner circle. He's the friend I was talking about." Breta said as she introduced him under her breath, she looked carefully at Terrick's face as she nodded.

"Breta, what brings you outside here? The last time you decided to visit was when close to a year ago!" His voice echoed from inside as the clanging of pots and pans sounded loudly.

"No reason. Just wanted a favor." She replied nonchalantly as the man walked out with a gla.s.s of water in his hand.

"Well color me surprised! What could an outer circle citizen like myself possibly do to help you?" he asked smiling pleasantly.

Breta took a deep breath as a serious expression appeared on her face. Had she not told Terrick of the kind of man that her 'friend' was, he would have already began to panic.

"First off, I must congratulate you, there would be no way that the inner circle's soldiers could possibly change attire.." She began. Bruma's kind face dropped into one of surprise, then understanding before settling on guarded.

"This man here is Terrick. An outsider. He wants to rescue his friends…."

Bruma inhaled sharply as a look of realization made its way onto his face.

"You do know what you ask me right?" He questioned simply. "If what you ask of me goes through the punishment that you would face is catastrophic. Are you willing to bear it girl?

Your mother gave you to me to take care of back when she was alive, are you willing to take a chance and throw away all that she gave to you?"

"Yes." She answered simply.

Bruma looked deeply in her eyes before sighing in defeat. He looked at Terrick sharply, "I know this girl, if it was not you, it would have been another person, she desperately wishes to go to the outside world and as her guardian I cannot find it in my heart to deny her that chance.

Nonetheless outsider I have a price for my service, when you are finally able to save your friends, I want you to steal from the head priestess a vial that she hides in her room. You shall find it in her quarters, and if any harm comes to her then I shall find you outsider and flay you like I flayed many sea kings in the past …"

Terrick nodded seriously before doubling over his shoulders towards the smiling Breta. "What's the plan?"

"Oh! That's simple, we role play as priests!"