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She had done all She could. She had given him advance warning, so he had plenty of time to prepare. She'd even imbued his staff again as insurance against Her priest's expected foolishness, and yet he still found a way to disappoint. She'd been watching him for a while, ever since the chaos of...

Her priest was ready with a Blessing of Health, though it could only do so much against the venom injected into Xzaar's wounds. The spell had been among the first She had given, and still he did not seem to understand even the most basic of restrictions it had! To Xzaar’s great fortune that She...

The place was an utter mess. There were bits and pieces of Andekhah and her worthless spawn still strewn about the stone floor. Arethil hadn’t even completed three trips around Lessat, which was brief by any divine measurement of time. Decaying flesh still seeped from what remained of their...

To be good does not mean I must be nice

Meanwhile in the Astral Valley, Itra was busy tending to Her boredom... Drag the blade and cut through skin Slicing down to bone Only pain exists within His new hellish home Pull his hide and tear it free Insects start to bite All inflicting agony To My great delight Flesh exposed and organs...

Waiting was easy. While mortals might whine and complain at the prospect of even slight delay, such a time span was akin to an instant for the eternal lunar goddess She was. After all, what cause was there to rush? She had done what She needed, and Her plot was ready to be put into motion...

By mortal indolence! The War-Father was not one She wished to encounter. How often did He speak Her name and make comparison to Her, without Her priest present to enable eavesdropping of it? And what of His purpose in guiding Cauldwin to this wretched place? Perhaps She was being followed...

The room fell immediately and ghastly silent, save for the lone rolling metallic grind of the symbol rocking back and forth in its state of attraction against the crook. Already glowing with such brightness as to be an assault on the eyes, the luminescence of the symbol flared exponentially in...

The familiar sensation was one of horror – The dying throes of a deity, and the divine are not meant to die! It was a chilling ripple through the Heka that She had not felt in ages; not since the great holy war of the First Ordening claimed so many immortal souls before Her presence. She could...

What crook!? Had he not been paying attention? She was well aware that he heard the guiding voice much as She did Herself, so what on Arethil did he think She sent him out on this quest for in the first place? It was the crook; Eolydiir’s crook – and ensuring its safety was the exact purpose She...

The companion to Her priest turned to look upon his staff; glaring upon Her eye inlaid upon the bronze head. And spoke to Her holy symbol with such contempt and disrespect! In Her present existence as a bodyless voice without physical presence before them, he seemingly used it as a...

All this blood! Precisely the reason She loathed watching after Her priest. He was always getting hurt, always at risk of death. It was further distressing to hear of his nonchalant attitude regarding such events - and enraging that he dared talk back! Was it Her fault then for encouraging this...

Having sated Her own impulsive wrath, the continued words of the other deity served reminder of His presence. He spoke of His domain as name; that it was 'war' did not bode well for a lesser goddess of insight. His domain empowered Him to slaughter, while Hers did little for the situation She’d...