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Grunting, Amun held up his free hand and started ticking off the fingers. "We have a ward that is supposed to kill every member of the Order that enters, but somehow they managed to circumvent it. We have fortified our borders with more conventional defenses. We are all training to the best of our abilities." Pausing, he added, "And I've seen war too. Probably as many, if not more than you." He arched his eyebrow at Darkeye.
Groaning, the potter shook his head. "We have been. For years. And most of them have either declared neutrality at best or turned against us at worst. Some of the seasonal deities have sided with us, which is why I am hopeful this new one might do the same. As for this book, how will it prevent further violence?" He fell silent, genuinely curious about the answer.
Narrowing his eyes, he waved his hand in the air. "When the Voice first rose to power, the old gods were threatened by her ascendance and declared her and her followers an abomination. They waged war against them, but could not defeat them. Instead, they imprisoned her and the Ascended. Eventually she and the Ascended escaped, and since then the old gods and their followers have turned every tool at their disposal against us." Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. "All we want, all we've ever wanted, is the freedom to live our lives in peace."
Shrugging at the other man's assessment, the Ascended rocked back and forth on his feet. "The only thing a tolerant society has to destroy is intolerance. I'd be happy to leave them be, but since the same cannot be said of them they leave us little choice." Staring at Darkeye, Amun gestured for the other man to speak if he had a counterpoint.
Taking the hand the other man offered, the potter rolled to his feet. Stooping down to retrieve the chains, he had the metal morph back into a simple staff once more. "Maybe some other time." He rubbed at the small of his back. Nodding at Darkeye's side, the Ascended narrowed his eyes. "You alright?"
Groaning, the potter shook his head. "We have been. For years. And most of them have either declared neutrality at best or turned against us at worst. Some of the seasonal deities have sided with us, which is why I am hopeful this new one might do the same. As for this book, how will it prevent further violence?" He fell silent, genuinely curious about the answer.
Narrowing his eyes, he waved his hand in the air. "When the Voice first rose to power, the old gods were threatened by her ascendance and declared her and her followers an abomination. They waged war against them, but could not defeat them. Instead, they imprisoned her and the Ascended. Eventually she and the Ascended escaped, and since then the old gods and their followers have turned every tool at their disposal against us." Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. "All we want, all we've ever wanted, is the freedom to live our lives in peace."
Shrugging at the other man's assessment, the Ascended rocked back and forth on his feet. "The only thing a tolerant society has to destroy is intolerance. I'd be happy to leave them be, but since the same cannot be said of them they leave us little choice." Staring at Darkeye, Amun gestured for the other man to speak if he had a counterpoint.
Taking the hand the other man offered, the potter rolled to his feet. Stooping down to retrieve the chains, he had the metal morph back into a simple staff once more. "Maybe some other time." He rubbed at the small of his back. Nodding at Darkeye's side, the Ascended narrowed his eyes. "You alright?"
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