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The young man immediately fell on his knees as did the other bystanders around him, prostrating one-by-one before their deity. In a few seconds, a heavy silence fell over the wharf, only the occasional sound of waves lapping against the sides of ships punctuate this overbearing tension. Gods were among men, the natural order was about to be changed."Lord Argys, we, your humble servants, are honoured by your presence." The man spoke, his voice a lone tree in the middle of a storm "Regarding the Tradeship, I was not a witness to this tragedy but it was a freak accident resulting from the mishandling of cargo which was mostly flour and scented oils. A spark would have sent the ship into the sky. However..." The man hesitates "There is a rumour spreading that the attack was orchestrated by a band of Kobolds that opposes the rule of Gods as they believe, the All Holy Ninjen to be an upstart against the will of The Old One. Kobolds believe this entity to be the only true God that created this realm." After he spoke the man was apprehensive, as the bearer of ill omens, he feared the wrath of the God. A high pitch voice spoke out from the crowd, a child. "Your Holiness, the titan Krumpus and Ozythyl saved the survivors and also the ship, i saw it with my eyes! It was complete chaos on the river, the fire was still burning even though it was totally under water, men were drowning, I could hear the terrible screams from the bank. But suddenly, everything vanished and reappeared on the other side of the river. Even what was left of the whole ship, with flames extinguished and the men saved from harm. And the titan Krumpus rolled up to the bank, I swear i saw him, he was big and round! They are all gone now, Your Godship, but I promise you , it really happened!" A buzz of anxiety ran through the crowd, the kid should have shut his mouth.__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Ozythyl had managed to warp the space around the catastrophe, identifying every human in the water before transferring their existence onto the space beside the river. As the last of the human bodies touched the bank, Ozythyl's vision blurred, his whole being had lost a huge amount of energy. "Help them Krumpus! I cant do anymore." With that, he slumped onto Bobs neck, only manged to stay on his saddle by Bob's willpower alone. A familiar sinking sensation of weightless, and blackness submerged his whole being as Ozythyl and his steed winked out of existence.
"Oh, my... Okay..." He grabbed a handfull of Ichor, said a prayer, and splashed it on the humans, "Please work, oh dear Watchers please work..." he whispered.
The humans were alive, but out cold.