The Sorcerer immediately set wheels in motion. He went with his acolytes to the citadel he’d had built and began preparations for what was to come.
At the same time his networks amongst the warlords and other powerful forces moved to take power, and his representatives went to all the warlords whose forces he hadn’t infiltrated. The words they spoke were carefully crafted, designed to play upon the fears and hatred the warlords harboured towards the gods.
Every warlord knew no matter how powerful they were, how strong they became, any of the gods could strip it all away in an instant… and merely on a whim. It didn't happen often, but when it did a god would descend and purge not only the warlord but everyone who followed them.
The Sorcerer’s words spoke to the warlords’ lust for powe
