Sah
Sah started down the trail, giving Deimos a slightly sheepish look. "I've talked your ear off before about my feelings towards Caido's Gods." He chuckled slightly but his brow furrowed as he continued, "I just... with the war on the horizon I had some questions. About souls and afterlives in terms of the different races." He glanced at Deimos, "Outlanders like us especially."
The Abandoned hummed as he started his brief story, "I went to a shrine and prayed to Mort to see if maybe he'd be willing to give me those answers. To my shock he came, and he answered every damn question that I had." That fact still blew him away.
Sah paused, deep in thought before he added, "I'm not sure how much of what he told me, showed me, that I'm allowed to share. But I'll just say that what he set me at ease." The deity hadn't said that Sah couldn't share anything, but he also hadn't said that he could. And with the topic being the afterlife, the Abandoned figured he'd air on the side of caution.
"Meeting Mort kind of helped me get over some of my misgivings towards Caido's Gods. At least, enough that I was able to muster up enough courage to seek Safrin out for some help in crafting an armor idea that I've had for a while now."
Sah sighed, "I'm still not sure where I stand with Caido's deities, but I'd say that my overall impression of the Old Gods is more positive now than neutral. At least a little bit." Mort especially. Sah now held a deep respect for the God of Death.
The Outlander glanced at his friend, realizing that he'd probably just dropped a bomb on Deimos. Again. Maybe causally mentioning that he'd met Mort was a bit too much?
Sah was about to give an affirmative to Deimos' offer about Boreal when he saw the ursur. "Fucking hell. This is the second one I've seen this week." The Abandoned approached and sure enough the bear showed the same exact signs or lack of, as the last one. "Do you have any idea what's causing this? Maybe send Belial ahead and see if there are any others that have died?" And if the peryton saw an alive one, then they could get back to hunting.
The Abandoned hummed as he started his brief story, "I went to a shrine and prayed to Mort to see if maybe he'd be willing to give me those answers. To my shock he came, and he answered every damn question that I had." That fact still blew him away.
Sah paused, deep in thought before he added, "I'm not sure how much of what he told me, showed me, that I'm allowed to share. But I'll just say that what he set me at ease." The deity hadn't said that Sah couldn't share anything, but he also hadn't said that he could. And with the topic being the afterlife, the Abandoned figured he'd air on the side of caution.
"Meeting Mort kind of helped me get over some of my misgivings towards Caido's Gods. At least, enough that I was able to muster up enough courage to seek Safrin out for some help in crafting an armor idea that I've had for a while now."
Sah sighed, "I'm still not sure where I stand with Caido's deities, but I'd say that my overall impression of the Old Gods is more positive now than neutral. At least a little bit." Mort especially. Sah now held a deep respect for the God of Death.
The Outlander glanced at his friend, realizing that he'd probably just dropped a bomb on Deimos. Again. Maybe causally mentioning that he'd met Mort was a bit too much?
Sah was about to give an affirmative to Deimos' offer about Boreal when he saw the ursur. "Fucking hell. This is the second one I've seen this week." The Abandoned approached and sure enough the bear showed the same exact signs or lack of, as the last one. "Do you have any idea what's causing this? Maybe send Belial ahead and see if there are any others that have died?" And if the peryton saw an alive one, then they could get back to hunting.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
