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Post by Ruthenia Truelove on Jun 20, 2023 22:12:59 GMT
Sarti.
She who causes death. She who ascends.
Funny.
In all my years, never did I think I would speak to the divine.
Youth I spent wasted in vain hope that Ilmater would guide my hands. A feeble girl's hope that led to nothing but ruin. In the wake of the plague I left it all behind. My home and my faith. All I needed was knowledge and strength. The knowhow to return a soul to its body and the strength to do so. My vow was simple; to level the field. To allow mortal man the power to resurrect, free from the influence from faith and the gods. The power to determine for ourselves the measure of our lives. To be liberated from the whims of fate.
And after all this, Bast of all people showed herself to me. Doubtless she knows what is in my mind. In my heart. And of all things she expressed a hope that my ambitions would lead me to be closer instead of further away. She lead the conversation and I followed. I didn't reply. I couldn't reply.
Perhaps I need to get just close enough. Close enough that I can create the distance and sever our reliance on the divine to keep our mortal selves safe. Maybe then can we speak on equal terms. Maybe then will you have your wish.
Till then, for the knowledge to save us shall I cause death. For the strength to do so shall I ascend.
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DM_Youki
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Post by DM_Youki on Jun 21, 2023 13:10:32 GMT
Nothing like a wholesome coming-of-age party to get a necromancer into self-searching mood!
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