"...In the end, the man they called the 'Five Fold Boon' became the most hunted man in the Eldritch world…"
Erkembalt's words were like a wet blanket thrown over a bed of coals, instantly robbing the room of the warmth that had flowed from Aspakos's praise of the Olive Witch as a peacemaker.
No one in the room was ignorant of the position the Bloodroot Empire found itself in. The next several years would be filled with internal tensions as dozens of different peoples and cultures found ways to stitch themselves together into a somewhat cohesive whole. It might be a generation or more before the Empire wasn't plagued by internal strife that threatened to tear it apart.
