As they worked on getting set up for the blast furnace, and as he brought in yet another pile of the supplies they'd need, Amun nodded at Darkeye's explanation. Eyes flicking over the other man, the potter looked for any obvious signs of the ascension Darkeye spoke of. "I see. And does Kor exist in this world? My old gods do not, so I had to find a new path."
Pausing, he grimaced. "Safrin and Ludo think the Voice and the Ascended are an aberration that must be wiped from the face of this world. They both act like children, picking favorites, throwing tantrums when they don't get their way, and playing with the lives and feelings of their followers with no thought to the consequences of their actions." The potter shrugged.
"One time, Ronin, the Huntsman, Safrin's chosen," he couldn't say that without an eyeroll, "went mad with grief. He started attacking everything and everyone around him, and when Safrin finally intervened it was to whisk him away to safety while leaving everyone else trapped in a collapsing building. Myself included. We got out, but not before one of my friends was paralyzed, and she was another devotee of Safrin and Vi."
Shrugging, he set another load of supplies down. "I've got a year, as I understand it. Enough time to mourn properly and find happiness." He glanced up from the work to gauge Darkeye's reaction.
Pausing, he grimaced. "Safrin and Ludo think the Voice and the Ascended are an aberration that must be wiped from the face of this world. They both act like children, picking favorites, throwing tantrums when they don't get their way, and playing with the lives and feelings of their followers with no thought to the consequences of their actions." The potter shrugged.
"One time, Ronin, the Huntsman, Safrin's chosen," he couldn't say that without an eyeroll, "went mad with grief. He started attacking everything and everyone around him, and when Safrin finally intervened it was to whisk him away to safety while leaving everyone else trapped in a collapsing building. Myself included. We got out, but not before one of my friends was paralyzed, and she was another devotee of Safrin and Vi."
Shrugging, he set another load of supplies down. "I've got a year, as I understand it. Enough time to mourn properly and find happiness." He glanced up from the work to gauge Darkeye's reaction.
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