some ghosts keep you company
Delphia hummed contentedly, happy to hug her divine father even though but a few short weeks had past since she had last seen him. "For you it likely has been ages." she remarked with a smile. Time passed differently in the realm of the divine. A single day in Vi's living realm could easily be months or years where the gods resided. Time was as wibbly-wobbly as the divide between the planes of existence at times.
She took his hand, equally content to stroll along at his side. For a moment she was silent at his question, brows furrowed. "I need an army." she said softly, voice melancholy. Pale eyes glanced up and over at Mort, decided in this course but equally pained by it. Ascended souls did not reach his embrace after all. "I've heard talk of the relics and the war to come. But here in the Greatwood there are simply not enough living hands to wield even simple weapons. And the bastion of the Voice is literally at our doorstep." Even with glowing trees or branches to hold Ascended indefinitely, the Greatwood was still just that - wood. One unnaturally made fire and the whole place could be as much a scar on the face of Caido as the Hollowed Ground.
"But just below the ground, there are centuries of the fallen. Legions of dead who lived in and loved these woods as much as you or I or Ludo. Those who would be willing to fall once more to defend it...and I would ask that you allow me to find a way to raise them to fight the Ascended."
She took his hand, equally content to stroll along at his side. For a moment she was silent at his question, brows furrowed. "I need an army." she said softly, voice melancholy. Pale eyes glanced up and over at Mort, decided in this course but equally pained by it. Ascended souls did not reach his embrace after all. "I've heard talk of the relics and the war to come. But here in the Greatwood there are simply not enough living hands to wield even simple weapons. And the bastion of the Voice is literally at our doorstep." Even with glowing trees or branches to hold Ascended indefinitely, the Greatwood was still just that - wood. One unnaturally made fire and the whole place could be as much a scar on the face of Caido as the Hollowed Ground.
"But just below the ground, there are centuries of the fallen. Legions of dead who lived in and loved these woods as much as you or I or Ludo. Those who would be willing to fall once more to defend it...and I would ask that you allow me to find a way to raise them to fight the Ascended."
DELPHIA
until you can trust the living once more
