Finding the Balance

"Toys and treats and pesky not-goddesses. Why, you are so generous, sweetling." Ludo drifted down from the trees like a blanket, its porcelain mask a gleeful smile of anticipation, and one of its rags snatched up the puzzle box right away as it settled before Roana. Giving the box a shake and hearing the treats within, even as another tendril of cloth plucked up the scythe, its attention was all but stolen. "And what would you know about the Voice? Over and over again, to the cobbler and the gunman, I have expressed the solution to the problems she causes. Cull the Ascended. And lo, but nobody listens." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own