The many-named man sat in perfect contemplation, leaned back upon his dirtied wooden throne. His slumber had gone on for far too long---this he knew. He had kept waiting for the exact perfect moment to enact his plans, but it was now he found that moment would never come. S o k r o n was divided more now than ever, its once beautiful kingdom now split thrice into lies. The man knew much about lies. Lies were his livelihood. Sogranism was a false nationalism, a great becoming built on the principle of the shared enemy. A well-meant idea, the liar thought... but an enemy always means an opposition, and an opposition always leads to division. This, the liar knew. Mothos had done well to unite his people once more, but in the end even the purest of men has his vices. This, the liar knew. The many-named man brought his hand to his temple and sighed deeply. He had been gifted with the long lifespans of his people, but even with the best of technology he only had so many years before his inevitable demise. If his plans were to ever come to fruition, he would need to take some rather drastic measures. This the liar knew.
VDAIL - Noble
