Forming a bond that was comparable to that between him and them would be nearly impossible given the track record he had between them. He had slain, maimed and kidnapped countless of their men, women and children for his nefarious deeds. Reconciling their differences would only be something they could offer him. All the same Konyo would extend and overbranch in the hopes that they would take it. Even if they didn’t he might be able to start a repore with them. Utter silence filled the hall save for the whimpers in the corners, women moaning the loss of their families. It was even in this Konyo could not relate while he had lost family, he did not feel a shred of guilt, sorrow or regret with their demise. Raising his golden hand, Konyo posed as a power figure, only to be shattered as he spoke with his feminine voice stopped by an aggressive hulking monster of a man. “I bring great tidings, I’ve come to….” “Come to what?!, Come to take our eyes, our hearts?! You've already taken our children, our brothers and sisters, what do you want?” Taken aback for a moment, Konyo continued. “To aid you in anything you need, I have gathered resources with your enduring help, the help offered by your children, these I can offer you in return as a thanks for your work and in the hopes you will continue to do so.”
Raised voices all began to attack Konyo, questioning his integrity and pleading for their children. “If only they knew what their children had become.” He muttered to himself. Those wide-eyed future dirt-farmers were now talents in ways even Konyo had never thought possible indoctrinated to the cause, his cause. Raising his hand reaffirming the position of power he held, Kon instead grumbled. “Fine, it seems you don’t want my help. Instead I will get down to business and start getting the mine back in working order.” Pointing at a miner still slick from coal, he barked a simple order. “Take me to your formerman.” With a visible and audible gulp, the miner simply pointed across the room where a dozing, intoxicated worker laid. Pushing aside those between them, Konyo pulled at the foreman and dragged him by the scruff of his clothes. Howls and curses spewed from his mouth as he woke. “What do you want?!” “Take me to the mine!” Violent outbursts were something he was accustomed to perhaps it was his transition or his new magic either way he was beginning to enjoy himself.
Reaching the mine, Konyo was left face to face with an unusual opponent, a diminutive wyvern. A lesser parallel variant of a dragon. It seemed to be feeding on both man and coal, taking chunks out of almost everything in its wake. “So this was why I hadn’t been getting any coal recently?” Releasing his grasp on the man, Konyo launched himself at the distracted wyvern, shattering its left wing with a single punch, before tearing off the limp appendage with a follow up. This creature was truly crippled now, with them only capable of slight lunging while gallons of molten blood poured from the injury. Seeking to put the creature out of its misery, Kon followed up by thrusting his golden clad hand into the chest of the beast rapidly turning flesh to metal. The death of the beast would service as a remind for the miners as to the service the syndicate provided them while also giving them something to melt down and profit from.
2,172/2,000 (2500 - 500 from Blackhand perk)