Rise from Ruin

"Reliance on them? The gods?" Archebold laughed more to himself than anything as he playfully tapped his walking stick. The thought of reliance on anything other than himself for his own survival was borderline offensive, if not amusing to say the least. "I've always preferred the more organic approach of feeding off the cattle beneath us, it is the one thing that truly feels like home...though I found it curious I felt sluggish and unsatisfied by the act. Suppose that explains why...I'll have to discuss this with your gods. There should be more significance to the order of things. What good is being superior if we can not flex our muscles and command the food chain as evolution has determined." He appeared rather disappointed by the whole idea of freedom at the cost of never truly enjoying feeding as it should have been...suppose everything came at a price. "So other than sharing the same gifts, and reliance on entities beyond our means...am I to assume you have a name, or simply refer to you as You. Clearly, manners aren't forbidden in this world." archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.