The not-immortal Blacksmith

“Well played Kocha! You have beaten the Karen at her own game! Now the homeowners association will have a variation of between 2 ½ and 3” of grass height.” Ghondish said, black eyes gleaming. “She walks over to you after the assembly is over and says 'You may have won this round, but I will destroy you next time!' Do you have a response?”

“I look over to her and say 'Well, then I guess I'll have to rescind your invitation to the barbecue next week. And to think, the Johnson's even RSVP'd; and John said he would even reduce himself to 'Grill Master' for the occasion.' Let's see how she deals with that!” Said Kocha, god of chaos.

Dice roll.

“The Karen storms off in a huff at the social snub, and several people who heard the exchange are smiling.” Ghondish said. “And that will conclude tonight's session of Humans and Highrises.”

“You know, Big G, we need more players. I can't shuffle around all these plans by myself. I'm surprised Paul didn't call the police when Joanne 'accidentally' held a bonfire. There are just too many plots for me to keep track of.” Kocha sighed, “And that is me talking as the god of Chaos.”

Ghondish shook his head, “But who would actually play? Bjorn has too many things on his plate as it is. Could you imagine him trying to set aside a night for the game? We would be lucky to get once a year!”

“True. With me relegated down here on 'Guard Duty' for your friends, I have nothing but time.” Kocha shook his head, exhaling, “An our attempts to get the elementals to play...the less said the better.”

“Tell you what, I will ask around and see if any of the small gods have time. Most only have a couple of 'real' followers, so they have time.” Ghondish said.

“That would be nice. We may have to find a different location though. Can't let them see your armory.” Kocha pointed out.

“My barn has plenty of space. It might be a bit hard for you to sneak in...?” Said Ghondish.

“God of chaos and trickery, remember.”Kocha smiled, “If I can't make it past the rest of the 12, then I need to give up my title.”

“Alright. I will see who wants to play.” Ghondish said, with a twinkle in his eye.

“But not that Grogo guy. He's a dick.” Kocha stated.

“Just because he pretended to be you for the last costume ball---” Ghondish started to say.

“NO.” Kocha shot out, perhaps a bit to forcefully. “If I see him again, I'm going to punch him off the plane.”

“Fine. Not him.” Ghondish sighed. “Anyone else I should avoid?”

“Not that I can think of.” Kocha said.

“Alright. See you next week for 'The Barbecue'!” Ghondish smiled, then disappeared back to his barn.

“NO! I have so many things that I have to follow up on before then! Shit.” Kocha said into the empty air. “Damn goat.”