leave my ashes to the wind

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own The sardonic smile seems to grow - if it exists at all - and the ragged deity might just shrug at the Priest’s remarks. Drifting up, bathed in starlight, Ludo drapes itself around the statue of Mort, lovingly wrapped about it like a shawl. ”To cut it off... at the source...” The mask nods slowly. ”The Ascended worship at those abominations they call shrines,” it says. ”That is where the Voice appears, and that is where Ascension occurs, for the most part.” It chuckles a bit. ”It would be very difficult for Ascended to replenish themselves, or for any new ones to emerge, without shrines to visit. Do you not agree? What a shame it would be, if something were to happen to them.”