Blackwater Islands beg that I succeed

Oh his brother! How he had missed such a face. The two of them were a mirror to each others madness in the best of ways.

Ptolemy!

He emerged and Pelagius laughed a cackle, throwing both of his forelimbs into the embrace to drag his brother closer, before he would back away. His mad grin was lopsided, his coat still damp, but he was home. Even the gods were sloppy sometimes.

Oh, you have? He tipped his head to the side in an over exaggerated display of his thinking.

The white faced boy, correct? The Hierophant? He barely remembered them as more than odd little worms that mother had hated oh so much.

Enough to sell them on a lark. Pity, that. But, one was returned to them, ready to be molded anew and returned to the family that had missed him oh so dearly. Pelagius mused internally over how to twist the mind of a child into knots as he had done to countless adults among Godsthrone’s ranks.

Has he shown much promise? Should he not..well. There were three more among this putrid land’s rank and file. And there was always the possibility to create more if their little siblings failed to meet the mark.