From Red Sonja
[Gedren's fortress continues to shunt aside the Talisman's earthquakes and storms. In her throne room...
] Majesty, the Talisman is almost beyond control. We must bury it in the dark before it is too late.
It'll be buried when I have no further use for it, and that time shall come with the end of time itself.
*It will kill us all.* Majesty, what do you want? Our vaults are brimming with gold. Great kingdoms live in terror of us! *What more is there?*
The *world,* Ikol! Today we took the kingdom of Toktyl. But I have wider claims, and the Talisman will enforce them!