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Abasi

Grace is just weakness

He had a much less clear idea of his favourite origin myth than his favourite God. "The one I told you, I suppose. It includes Heka, which is important." Those Priests that took Heka out of their teachings had been the subject of much disapproval from Abasi in his past life.

"Ra grew old and weak in time. The people turned against him, as his reign went on." Abasi held the tone of a Priest giving a cautionary sermon, these words a warning to the people of his city. "Ra sent his eye, in the form of a great bird, to punish the people - it is only by his grace that all of humanity was not wiped out." He had imagined the scene many times; the great bird ripping the men below apart and only stopping once she had had enough blood, given to her by Ra so she would stop the slaughter.

The promise of make up was one that lifted his spirits. "I shall look. If I do find some, perhaps I could try and apply it to you, as well? You may find a new confidence in yourself."

"Ah, yes, I...met the Queen." An odd meeting it hand been, on top of the Spire only a week after he'd arrived. She had been an imposing woman indeed, yet after that conversation she had not had much else to do with his life; dissimilar to the ruler in his world. "Who do you follow, Loren? You told me you were Abandoned of the Gods, so do you follow this King and Queen?"

Or so I've been told