LeftHandofGod
RedAndCosmoteer
THUD
THUD
THUD
SILENCE!
And the people within the hall of the Forge Master go silent, as three strikes of his staff on the ground and a loud order works like a tape to their mouths.
"Now, what were you saying, child?"
"Weird happenings, m'lord -says an operator, clearly frightened- We've spotted two fleets of operators that aren't ours, they claim to serve another god, one named Illateri, whilst the other says the first is lying!"
The, the Forge Master, in a soothing voice:
"Worry not little one, they have not the blessing of working and living for the anvil. Go to your quarters, your holy duty is done for the week."
And thus they do, together with the other people that were in the hall to express similar concerns, eventually all that remains is the Forge Master and his four Blacksmiths, they discuss:
?:"This is unprecedented in our history, they are not expressed in our holy manuals!"
??:"I think that frightened we must not be, they may very well be capable to supply the holy anvil with the fuel it needs."
Forge Master:"Indeed. I shall open comms with those who aren't graced with the anvil's light. You are free to leave."
Typing a series of numbers into the pad, and operating the holographic display, the same transmission is broadcasted to both the fleets simultaneously:
The image of an old man sitting upon the throne'd flood whatever is receiving the transmission, he says, in a loud and clear voice, not too threatening, but also clearly not expressing submissiveness or peacefullness:
"You are trespassing unto the holy light of The Anvil! Speak clearly before you are crushed under its might."