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nonvenomous) wrote2034-10-19 09:51 am
nonvenomous) wrote2034-10-19 09:51 am
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Book/crystal/correspondence/action/whatever you desire.
Book/crystal/correspondence/action/whatever you desire.
[ Richard can only incline his head in acknowledgement that yes, he probably should have anticipated that was the case. The cushion of his hat makes it easier for him to rest his noggin against the rampart at his back, and he settles in the rest of the way where he’s sat, with a blanket around his shoulders and another under his seat. ]
Elves have the original claim, do they not?
Elves have the original claim, do they not?
I think so, yeah. But most of our history's been lost.
[ She hands off the joint again so she can fetch up the knife, give it a cursory wipe-down, and use it to slice the pie into wedges. ]
So mostly we use the regular Trade names for them, but the pictures they make are different.
[ Somehow because I'm not gonna describe flinging bits of floppy pie everywhere, the slice of apple pie she picks up stays together and barely dribbles. ]
So Voyager is an aravel instead of a ship and the Stallion is a halla, and so on.
[ She hands off the joint again so she can fetch up the knife, give it a cursory wipe-down, and use it to slice the pie into wedges. ]
So mostly we use the regular Trade names for them, but the pictures they make are different.
[ Somehow because I'm not gonna describe flinging bits of floppy pie everywhere, the slice of apple pie she picks up stays together and barely dribbles. ]
So Voyager is an aravel instead of a ship and the Stallion is a halla, and so on.
Typical, [ says Richard, tightly. Athessa hands the joint over to him, and he tokes where he’s reclined, with some late thought given over to easing up the buttons at his collar and down his jacket. It’s clumsier work than it should be with his splinted hand, but the movements are already practiced. Easy enough to work in some airflow while he looks to the sky.
He’s clapped eyes on an illustration or two before bringing himself up to the tower tonight. He’s even been up here before on his own.
Still, utilizing a local expert is faster and more comprehensive. ]
Are any of them used for navigation?
He’s clapped eyes on an illustration or two before bringing himself up to the tower tonight. He’s even been up here before on his own.
Still, utilizing a local expert is faster and more comprehensive. ]
Are any of them used for navigation?
They are, [ she has to wait to answer until she's done chewing. ]
Probably kinda the same way sailors use them. I'm pretty sure all the mentions of being guided by the gods in the songs my clan would sing are in reference to the stars, not the actual gods.
[ Athessa points to a specific formation of stars, tracing the outline with her finger in the air. ]
That one, Shadow, is depicted as an owl sometimes, a hawk others. The owl was Elgar'nan's sacred companion, and the hawk was Andruil's messenger. That's uh...the All-Father — also known as the God of Vengeance — and the Goddess of the Hunt.
Probably kinda the same way sailors use them. I'm pretty sure all the mentions of being guided by the gods in the songs my clan would sing are in reference to the stars, not the actual gods.
[ Athessa points to a specific formation of stars, tracing the outline with her finger in the air. ]
That one, Shadow, is depicted as an owl sometimes, a hawk others. The owl was Elgar'nan's sacred companion, and the hawk was Andruil's messenger. That's uh...the All-Father — also known as the God of Vengeance — and the Goddess of the Hunt.
[ All these good, normal gods. ]
On my plane, one deity rising up to eradicate or dominate all others would be considered an act of overt evil. [ A fun fact, casually shared as he tilts to follow her finger. ]
Was there ever any documented conflict between your pantheon and the Maker?
On my plane, one deity rising up to eradicate or dominate all others would be considered an act of overt evil. [ A fun fact, casually shared as he tilts to follow her finger. ]
Was there ever any documented conflict between your pantheon and the Maker?
If there is, I don't know about it.
[ Is he referring to the Maker as overtly evil, or the All-Father? ]
The most I know about the elven gods as they relate to the Chantry is that an elf by the name of Shartan was allied with Andraste and burned at the stake alongside her.
[ Is he referring to the Maker as overtly evil, or the All-Father? ]
The most I know about the elven gods as they relate to the Chantry is that an elf by the name of Shartan was allied with Andraste and burned at the stake alongside her.
For all of the good it did any of you. [ Richard evidently thinks the answer is apparent enough not to require clarification, bitter on her behalf. Thanks a lot, Shartan, 10/10 quality sacrifice with quality results.
One last long breath in, and he offers the joint back to her. ]
There are dozens of active deities where I’m from, [ he says, around held smoke. ] If not hundreds.
One last long breath in, and he offers the joint back to her. ]
There are dozens of active deities where I’m from, [ he says, around held smoke. ] If not hundreds.
[ A conceding tip of her head. ]
It got us The Dales until the Chantry got sick of us and had an Exalted March.
[ She finishes off her slice of pie, wipes her hands off on her trousers, and gestures for the weed. ]
When you say active deities, does that mean they... like there's proof they aren't just stories?
It got us The Dales until the Chantry got sick of us and had an Exalted March.
[ She finishes off her slice of pie, wipes her hands off on her trousers, and gestures for the weed. ]
When you say active deities, does that mean they... like there's proof they aren't just stories?
[ Joint met to gesture, Rcihard passes it, and hooks his reach down for the dagger instead, to cleave off the tip of a piece of the pie she’s already cut. ]
Clerics are conduits for the divine power of the gods that choose them. Depending upon the relationship, they might even communicate directly back and forth.
[ He leaves the knife in the pie, and snags up the one bite to push it into the side of his mouth, chewing matter-of-fact-like while he watches her. ]
Clerics are conduits for the divine power of the gods that choose them. Depending upon the relationship, they might even communicate directly back and forth.
[ He leaves the knife in the pie, and snags up the one bite to push it into the side of his mouth, chewing matter-of-fact-like while he watches her. ]
i dont think they have at least not w specifics also *RICHARD
nonvenomous
2020-11-24 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dick slants his brows in an unspoken, nebulous affirmative, and further nods before he swallows. A sniff, a pass of tongue over teeth, and he sets about the delicate process of sectioning off another small bite with his dagger. ]
I was initially angling for Dendar, [ he explains: ] the Nightmare Serpent, but Oghma had other ideas.
I was initially angling for Dendar, [ he explains: ] the Nightmare Serpent, but Oghma had other ideas.
Edited 2020-11-24 06:47 (UTC)
The Nightmare Serpent, huh. [ She echoes, getting a feel for the sound of it before she goes on to ask what might be stupid questions in Tassia. ]
So...Oghma chose you instead? What are they the god of? Do they speak to you in your head, or can everyone hear them and just not understand?
So...Oghma chose you instead? What are they the god of? Do they speak to you in your head, or can everyone hear them and just not understand?
That's part of it. Certainly the most permanent.
[ A pause, before he seems to shake off his own elusive approach and just says— ]
Would you stop yourself from falling in love with someone, here?
[ A pause, before he seems to shake off his own elusive approach and just says— ]
Would you stop yourself from falling in love with someone, here?
Mm. [ The Nightmare Serpent. Dick separates off the snip of pie he’s cut, but leaves it where it lies, for now. ] Oghma is a god of knowledge, and learning.
[ And possibly truth, but most gods patronize many ideals and are more flexible on some of them than others. He lays the dagger flat across the remaining slice, and looks back aside to Athessa. ]
He makes his will known to me in dreams, and in omens. It took many years for me to understand what they were.
Fortunately he’s very patient.
[ And possibly truth, but most gods patronize many ideals and are more flexible on some of them than others. He lays the dagger flat across the remaining slice, and looks back aside to Athessa. ]
He makes his will known to me in dreams, and in omens. It took many years for me to understand what they were.
Fortunately he’s very patient.
The luxury of closure inherent to the certainty of death isn’t something we’re afforded.
[ Richard tells the crystal on his desk, reasonably. And: ]
I think you and I both know there’s no risk of that happening.
[ Richard tells the crystal on his desk, reasonably. And: ]
I think you and I both know there’s no risk of that happening.
Fine, [ that moment of impatience, suddenly turning brusque, less delicate than he'd like to be. ] Would you recommend I try not to?
—by which I mean, not even only the big capital L type, but becoming close to someone at all. I don't know that I've stayed in one place for this long since childhood.
—by which I mean, not even only the big capital L type, but becoming close to someone at all. I don't know that I've stayed in one place for this long since childhood.
[ Impatience is met with protracted silence. Richard lies on his side, his face half sunk into his pillow while he looks at his life, looks at his choices. ]
Athessa is poorly equipped to manage undesirable outcomes. You are likely to create an undesirable outcome.
I’m not advocating for you to abandon all hope of meaningful connection, [ even if that’s where the safe money is at ] I am attempting to avert a single disaster.
[ and muffled, as he turns his nose down into the pillow: ]
You don’t have to listen to me.
Athessa is poorly equipped to manage undesirable outcomes. You are likely to create an undesirable outcome.
I’m not advocating for you to abandon all hope of meaningful connection, [ even if that’s where the safe money is at ] I am attempting to avert a single disaster.
[ and muffled, as he turns his nose down into the pillow: ]
You don’t have to listen to me.
Am I? [ is kinder than his impulse to take a dig at her in the realm of relatively speaking. Dry skepticism is enough; he is an idiot in this place, plebeian, with barely the motivation needed to pick up the basics of Orlesian. But that’s a lifetime of study rendered utterly irrelevant for you.
He goes ahead and puts that sliver of pie in his mouth to waylay a question he should’ve seen coming, and takes his time chewing. ]
Severed, [ he decides, confidently, once he’s swallowed. ]
He goes ahead and puts that sliver of pie in his mouth to waylay a question he should’ve seen coming, and takes his time chewing. ]
Severed, [ he decides, confidently, once he’s swallowed. ]
Of course you are.
[ She wonders what that must be like, to know with such certainty that a deity is there, guiding you, only to be suddenly cut off from them. The likelihood that anyone in Riftwatch can accurately read Richard's mood at any given time is lower than rock bottom, but even so, Athessa doesn't think he's implied in any way that he prefers freedom from their influence than the alternative.
Which just makes it feel relatively safe to offer: ] I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that must be like.
[ She wonders what that must be like, to know with such certainty that a deity is there, guiding you, only to be suddenly cut off from them. The likelihood that anyone in Riftwatch can accurately read Richard's mood at any given time is lower than rock bottom, but even so, Athessa doesn't think he's implied in any way that he prefers freedom from their influence than the alternative.
Which just makes it feel relatively safe to offer: ] I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that must be like.
[She opens her mouth to respond immediately-- and then pauses, a rare look of genuine consideration passing over her face. She does not get quite so far as closing her mouth completely, but it's a shockingly near thing.]
I suppose I cannot say for certain. But certainly if that were the case we would have documented-- [She pauses again. How much does trust the continuity of Riftwatch's record keeping? She has been working in the Seneschal's office for a great deal of time, and there are
let us say generously
gaps.
Wysteria frowns. There is something troubling in the implication of that, a whole mountain of possibilities waiting to be unearthed. And then, briskly, she dismisses the lingering discomfort and steers solidly back on course.]
Well. It should suit for reasoning with the man in any case.
I suppose I cannot say for certain. But certainly if that were the case we would have documented-- [She pauses again. How much does trust the continuity of Riftwatch's record keeping? She has been working in the Seneschal's office for a great deal of time, and there are
let us say generously
gaps.
Wysteria frowns. There is something troubling in the implication of that, a whole mountain of possibilities waiting to be unearthed. And then, briskly, she dismisses the lingering discomfort and steers solidly back on course.]
Well. It should suit for reasoning with the man in any case.
[ Partway through the process of sectioning off another bite of pie for himself, a strange, painful twist in his throat prompts him to pause. He swallows again, and then clears it. Cutting is resumed more intently than before, with an absent nod of thanks in aside for the sentiment.
The fuzzy lines around his mouth have bit in deep, grim for the table setting of weed and stars and pie.
It’s fine. Everything is fine. ]
The fuzzy lines around his mouth have bit in deep, grim for the table setting of weed and stars and pie.
It’s fine. Everything is fine. ]
[ That pause is hard to miss. The renewed intent when he resumes cutting the pie. There's no telling if it'd be more helpful, more comforting, for her to simply pretend she didn't notice, or if she should offer some further consolation than that.
So she splits the difference, somewhat. She reaches over to put a hand on his shoulder, a brief pat and squeeze before pointing skyward again with her other hand. ]
That one there, Silence, we see as a depiction of Mythal, holding a horn and a staff to represent scales, since she's the Great Protector and patron of justice.
So she splits the difference, somewhat. She reaches over to put a hand on his shoulder, a brief pat and squeeze before pointing skyward again with her other hand. ]
That one there, Silence, we see as a depiction of Mythal, holding a horn and a staff to represent scales, since she's the Great Protector and patron of justice.
I know that,
[ some of that impatience still burning off, but gone as he adds, ]
but I try to.
[ He can virtually see the cartoon z's emanating from his crystal. ]
I like that you care for her. [ A beat, then, having mercy; ] I'll let you go.
[ some of that impatience still burning off, but gone as he adds, ]
but I try to.
[ He can virtually see the cartoon z's emanating from his crystal. ]
I like that you care for her. [ A beat, then, having mercy; ] I'll let you go.
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