Legend 9 - The Empress Treasure

The Empress' Treasure
 
She strode through the grounds, noting with satisfaction the steady progress being made in
the construction of the palace. Reaching the centre of the works, where her throne would be
established she turned left and pushed aside the curtain of a large tent. As she entered
the heat hit her like a wave, even with her protections she felt sweat beads form on her
forehead. Inside the tent were three dwarves, two working on stoking up a forge that radiated
both heat and magic. The third, and tallest, was circling a silvery statue, somewhat humanoid
in form but seemingly unformed - to look at it for any length of time hurt the eyes.
"Well, can you do it? Your note was suitably cryptic"
The dwarf ceased his circling and moved towards her.
"Yes Empress, we can break this down, for the agreed fee"
She permitted herself the briefest of smiles.
"Then do so as quickly as possible."
With that she swept out of the tent, to pause outside and savour the cool fresh air. The
statue had troubled her and the Goddess was totally silent on the matter. The savages 
defending it had claimed to be priests but had exhibitted no ability beyond that of dying
easily. There had been no magic of any form deployed in the defence of the statue.
But now there were other matters to concern her, a schism in the native Wyldwood religion was
becoming obvious, a new voice disrupting the Empires carefully planned conquest of the
island. His name apparently was Soratan and he and his followers were taming dragons.