"...the maggot dares?"

News had just come - the Pelarians had avoided the blockade, and whilst Jeruk instituted reforms they had taken Tropico. The fighting force there opted to retreat rather than face certain death, so that warning could come to Jeruk. A cowardly move, but for mere men, intelligent. Dumb bravery would be of no benefit to Jeruk's will.

"Aye, Ti-maan. Tropico is lost, I fear." said the Captain, who had been in Tropico.

His court looked to him. A messenger for some mainlander nation, a priestess from Iaoai. A set of his heroes from Trae. His honor guard. A collection of administrators, and the Copper Siyar. They all looked to him. They should've been looking at him with the reverence and awe that he deserved.

But the Pelarian mongrel had made a fool of him. He had made a fool of him. A god. People already whispered behind Jeruk's back - that he was no god at all. All his impossible deeds of the past forgotten, all of the benefits he had brought to the Cahayaredupan Islands, all put aside. They could only think of how he could not best a blue giant in wrestling or archery, or how he had been rebuffed at Trae and rebuked at Tropico! They could only think of their mortal sicknesses and mortal complaints, not knowing that these little mortals are as frail as flowers and whiny as dogs!

Their little minds would get in his way! He would kill them! He would rip them all to...

...no.

That would not solve anything. That would gain Jeruk nothing. He must prove his godhood once more, and appease these damnable mortals. None shall dare question the Ti-maan's divinity, after they see the might of his fury!

"Raise the armies. Raise the fleets. Raise everything! We shall go south."

"...Ti-maan?"

"I mean to make good on a promise."

So here's what I'm gonna be doing this week:

1. Researching Tactics, Philosophy, Stirrups, and Literature
2. changing my grand focus to Military
3. changing my weekly focus to Military
4. Building a harbor in Glanchester.