LUDO
Ludo watched, Ludo waited... and Ludo was pleased. Its ego was thoroughly stroked, and that combined with the generous offering given by Delphia... okay, perhaps Mort’s offspring wasn’t so bad after all. For now. Things could change in a heartbeat, after all - especially when it came to the ragged deity’s affections. (Except for Mort, of course).“There is no imposition, sweeting,” it said simply. “Keep the Greatwood under your wing. The rest of Caido is beyond your reach - I will occupy myself further there.” As it had been doing, since it had been gently chastised by Mort.
As for the souls that could not be reached... Ludo twisted and turned in the air, as if thinking to itself. “Ascended souls are trapped,” it said simply. “The Voice holds them hostage in the Spire.” Seeds for planting. Plans for making.
