Bane's name carried weight. Once the rulers who had never cared about those little potatoes scampering happily through the wilderness learned that Goblins were his to command, their purses would take a beating.
From now on, lords would have to put up bounties for clearing out Goblins every so often.
The Toril Gods in their Divine Kingdoms were surely sending messages to their followers right now. Even if those messages flew all over the Magic Weave, which was prone to crossed signals, no one would object.
It wouldn't matter if a message landed with an enemy's followers, either. Who was on good terms with Bane?
No God could forget how they had trembled when the previous Mystra died. Helm might have struck the blow, but Bane had set it all in motion!
If a message failed to get through, they could send it again. The more people who heard the latest news about Bane, the better.
Bane was probably stamping his feet and cursing Selûne up in the Astral Plane. He had never expected his decision to take the Goblin Supreme God as his subordinate to stay secret forever, but couldn't she at least have waited until he'd used the Goblins to stir up a Goblin uprising?
Maglubiyet was bewildered too. This contradicted what Bane had told him before he came down here!
He had been forced to memorize so many ways to keep the secret!
How had it come out before he'd even said more than a couple of words?
More importantly, a few well-informed Greater Divine Powers of the Evil Alignment might have caught a scrap of news about his becoming Bane's subordinate, but how had Selûne found out?
She had only just regained Greater Divine Power. Maglubiyet had spent all that time struggling with Bane for control