The Audience

[Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null]

Necessity, by Death's delicate embrace.

Oathborn Daughter, the time for us to move comes. The ability of your shell to harbor other shells within becomes paramount to a new idea, a new dream. One where you provide a location where we push outwards without the material cost of constructing a Hive. The mobility also allows us to cover your approach and retreat, allowing us to experiment with positioning and area control.

We have deliberated, deciding it to be more necessary to weaken the enemies of the Grass-Keepers, that they might more easily spread the Grass. To Humanity, it is something akin to an irresistible poison, and it is necessary that their poison spread. We once had an accord with their forefathers, and though the new youth are loathe to accept anything their ancestors provided to them, they will likely still cave to simple human greed, as the distribution of the grass is paramount to their personal wealth.

Adding to this, it seems they have broken the stronghold of the Cursebearers that encroached on their borders. We could easily pass through, and wreak our will upon the Cloud-Harvesters and Fanged-Shells, and have our Infiltrators among the Frilled-Shells reduce the assistance received in favor of fighting the Blue-Shells. Reducing the effectiveness of these in hampering the spread of the grass also opens our strategic opportunities in the future.

Yet, if they are so insistent on denying all that came before them, their ego and fear would make them a credible threat, and perhaps we should instead break them. Nonetheless, these are merely conjecture until they have made their choice.

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