SuNjATA
the flood
The question of gods has him shaking his head, taking a deep sip of his whiskey again before he focuses on Quanil. “We didn’t have any gods.” He admits, offering a small smile to them. “We had things like… Kings and Queens. There were different sections that kept the place running, and usually the rulers of those sections fought.” He says somewhat offhandedly. And fought they had, Sunjata had been a large witness to that, changed forever from it too.
Taking a few moments to consider the way he'd answered, he tries to rephrase it a small amount. "Basically... It's like if Halo and the Greatwood were both parts of the Grounds, and we all produced something different but valuable to Caido as a whole. That's what it was like." Surely it would make sense in that regard, that the leaders often fought, tried to forge alliances, all of that.
Taking a few moments to consider the way he'd answered, he tries to rephrase it a small amount. "Basically... It's like if Halo and the Greatwood were both parts of the Grounds, and we all produced something different but valuable to Caido as a whole. That's what it was like." Surely it would make sense in that regard, that the leaders often fought, tried to forge alliances, all of that.
ain't no rest for the wicked
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
