WESSEX
“Yeah,” she says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You go to the right shrine - and there are different ones for the Old Gods and the New Gods sometimes, and you tell them what you’d like to talk about. They don’t always show at first, but if you keep it up with, you can gain favor -” she looks at them with a slightly raised brow and an amused expression. “Your world didn’t have Gods, did it?”
As for the upgrades, she considers trying to explain that, but the answer is probably rather long and so Wessex comes to a quick conclusion, “Like this,” she offers, while holding her arms out and flexing her forearm muscles, sending three talons sliding out of each hand, shiny long blades erupting from between her knuckles. “There are all kinds of upgrades, but I hope you get the gist of it.”
Leaving them extended, she tries to figure out the best way to explain their abilities. “Yes and no. Spirits at first, then as you get older and stronger, heralds, and then Gods. Though I don’t know anyone who can channel the Gods themselves, now that I think of it.” Her sharp ears catch their quieter mutterings and she slides her head back and forth. “They’re… a mixed bag. All of them. Pros and cons, and look, I’m really biased. So I can tell you, but you should know…”
They will not get a neutral opinion from her.
As for the upgrades, she considers trying to explain that, but the answer is probably rather long and so Wessex comes to a quick conclusion, “Like this,” she offers, while holding her arms out and flexing her forearm muscles, sending three talons sliding out of each hand, shiny long blades erupting from between her knuckles. “There are all kinds of upgrades, but I hope you get the gist of it.”
Leaving them extended, she tries to figure out the best way to explain their abilities. “Yes and no. Spirits at first, then as you get older and stronger, heralds, and then Gods. Though I don’t know anyone who can channel the Gods themselves, now that I think of it.” Her sharp ears catch their quieter mutterings and she slides her head back and forth. “They’re… a mixed bag. All of them. Pros and cons, and look, I’m really biased. So I can tell you, but you should know…”
They will not get a neutral opinion from her.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
