Part 3

Drota looked around the shabby Inn she found herself in. It intrigued her to be sure, that the more powerful Gods held meetings, but what Vordea told her is what got her to agree to come in the first place. The ability to claim complete dominion over almost all of magic. But first, the woman in the blood-soaked Priest robes got her attention.

"You. You give off an aura of a school of magic, but I don't know it." Drota said to Neptis, stepping down off the table.

"Blood magic." Neptis replied, smiling and revealing her bloody teeth. "This school of magic is mine and mine alone, Drota."