The Sun rises on the Valley of Herionidus. The Gravediggers hide away in their secret lair and share their learned secrets, finally sated enough by the flesh so that they are not completely overwhelmed with hunger. Soon, it will be time for them to move. The Red Festival is nearing its final act.
the largest group of survivors, 3,000 people, have built several tents and shelters to hide in, and have started burning the grass surrounding the camp to keep away the horrors. The holy symbols of some good gods, brought here by travelers, seem to repel them as well. As does Garlic.
The Sun rises on the Valley of Herionidus. The Gravediggers hide away in their secret lair and share their learned secrets, finally sated enough by the flesh so that they are not completely overwhelmed with hunger. Soon, it will be time for them to move. The Red Festival is nearing its final act.
the largest group of survivors, 3,000 people, have built several tents and shelters to hide in, and have started burning the grass surrounding the camp to keep away the horrors. The holy symbols of some good gods, brought here by travelers, seem to repel them as well. As does Garlic.
Along the hazy horizon, a horned figure ripples in the heat as it approaches the people.
The Sun rises on the Valley of Herionidus. The Gravediggers hide away in their secret lair and share their learned secrets, finally sated enough by the flesh so that they are not completely overwhelmed with hunger. Soon, it will be time for them to move. The Red Festival is nearing its final act.
the largest group of survivors, 3,000 people, have built several tents and shelters to hide in, and have started burning the grass surrounding the camp to keep away the horrors. The holy symbols of some good gods, brought here by travelers, seem to repel them as well. As does Garlic.
Along the hazy horizon, a horned figure ripples in the heat as it approaches the people.
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
The Sun rises on the Valley of Herionidus. The Gravediggers hide away in their secret lair and share their learned secrets, finally sated enough by the flesh so that they are not completely overwhelmed with hunger. Soon, it will be time for them to move. The Red Festival is nearing its final act.
the largest group of survivors, 3,000 people, have built several tents and shelters to hide in, and have started burning the grass surrounding the camp to keep away the horrors. The holy symbols of some good gods, brought here by travelers, seem to repel them as well. As does Garlic.
Along the hazy horizon, a horned figure ripples in the heat as it approaches the people.
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
some of the people start to run.
Out of the heat haze steps Crotalus as if he was walking through a curtain. The dark eye sockets of his skull sweep over the people, ignoring those who fled his approach. Heat radiates from the god's form and barrages his audience, pulling sweat from their skin. A voice speaks out. The voice blazes like the sun. It is hard as the dry wind, soft as sun baked stone, and as mighty as a sandstorm. "Y'all tired of being eaten yet?"
The Sun rises on the Valley of Herionidus. The Gravediggers hide away in their secret lair and share their learned secrets, finally sated enough by the flesh so that they are not completely overwhelmed with hunger. Soon, it will be time for them to move. The Red Festival is nearing its final act.
the largest group of survivors, 3,000 people, have built several tents and shelters to hide in, and have started burning the grass surrounding the camp to keep away the horrors. The holy symbols of some good gods, brought here by travelers, seem to repel them as well. As does Garlic.
Along the hazy horizon, a horned figure ripples in the heat as it approaches the people.
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
some of the people start to run.
Out of the heat haze steps Crotalus as if he was walking through a curtain. The dark eye sockets of his skull sweep over the people, ignoring those who fled his approach. Heat radiates from the god's form and barrages his audience, pulling sweat from their skin. A voice speaks out. The voice blazes like the sun. It is hard as the dry wind, soft as sun baked stone, and as mighty as a sandstorm. "Y'all tired of being eaten yet?"
Seeing that they aren’t one of the Gravediggers, most of them lower their weapons. Some of them collapse, tired and relieved. one of them, a woman with short brown hair, wielding a scimitar, approached Crotalus. She is afraid but hides it very well.
”Can you help us? Our people are tired and sick and it’s getting harder and harder to ward them off. Those… those monsters have already killed thousands. They don’t even leave any of their bodies behind.”
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
some of the people start to run.
Out of the heat haze steps Crotalus as if he was walking through a curtain. The dark eye sockets of his skull sweep over the people, ignoring those who fled his approach. Heat radiates from the god's form and barrages his audience, pulling sweat from their skin. A voice speaks out. The voice blazes like the sun. It is hard as the dry wind, soft as sun baked stone, and as mighty as a sandstorm. "Y'all tired of being eaten yet?"
Seeing that they aren’t one of the Gravediggers, most of them lower their weapons. Some of them collapse, tired and relieved. one of them, a woman with short brown hair, wielding a scimitar, approached Crotalus. She is afraid but hides it very well.
”Can you help us? Our people are tired and sick and it’s getting harder and harder to ward them off. Those… those monsters have already killed thousands. They don’t even leave any of their bodies behind.”
"I can provide aid. Leave this haint filled valley and come down to my domain. I promise you protection in my home from these fiends, but be warned, my land is a harsh one. The sun will strike at you, the critters will bite and claw. The earth ain't good for much planting, and water's scarce. It ain't all bad though, my land is filled with a stunning, honest beauty you ain't gonna find nowhere else. Trials will be presented to you, but you will grow and overcome them becoming stronger. My land don't suffer fools lightly and neither do I. But if you got the grit and guts to stick it out through thick and thin, then I offer sanctuary against these wretches that plague your people."
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
some of the people start to run.
Out of the heat haze steps Crotalus as if he was walking through a curtain. The dark eye sockets of his skull sweep over the people, ignoring those who fled his approach. Heat radiates from the god's form and barrages his audience, pulling sweat from their skin. A voice speaks out. The voice blazes like the sun. It is hard as the dry wind, soft as sun baked stone, and as mighty as a sandstorm. "Y'all tired of being eaten yet?"
Seeing that they aren’t one of the Gravediggers, most of them lower their weapons. Some of them collapse, tired and relieved. one of them, a woman with short brown hair, wielding a scimitar, approached Crotalus. She is afraid but hides it very well.
”Can you help us? Our people are tired and sick and it’s getting harder and harder to ward them off. Those… those monsters have already killed thousands. They don’t even leave any of their bodies behind.”
"I can provide aid. Leave this haint filled valley and come down to my domain. I promise you protection in my home from these fiends, but be warned, my land is a harsh one. The sun will strike at you, the critters will bite and claw. The earth ain't good for much planting, and water's scarce. It ain't all bad though, my land is filled with a stunning, honest beauty you ain't gonna find nowhere else. Trials will be presented to you, but you will grow and overcome them becoming stronger. My land don't suffer fools lightly and neither do I. But if you got the grit and guts to stick it out through thick and thin, then I offer sanctuary against these wretches that plague your people."
“Anything is better than this… but how will we get out of the Valley? The river is too strong to use as an escape route, you’d die before you even leave the Valley. And if we’re out in the open during the night…”
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
some of the people start to run.
Out of the heat haze steps Crotalus as if he was walking through a curtain. The dark eye sockets of his skull sweep over the people, ignoring those who fled his approach. Heat radiates from the god's form and barrages his audience, pulling sweat from their skin. A voice speaks out. The voice blazes like the sun. It is hard as the dry wind, soft as sun baked stone, and as mighty as a sandstorm. "Y'all tired of being eaten yet?"
Seeing that they aren’t one of the Gravediggers, most of them lower their weapons. Some of them collapse, tired and relieved. one of them, a woman with short brown hair, wielding a scimitar, approached Crotalus. She is afraid but hides it very well.
”Can you help us? Our people are tired and sick and it’s getting harder and harder to ward them off. Those… those monsters have already killed thousands. They don’t even leave any of their bodies behind.”
"I can provide aid. Leave this haint filled valley and come down to my domain. I promise you protection in my home from these fiends, but be warned, my land is a harsh one. The sun will strike at you, the critters will bite and claw. The earth ain't good for much planting, and water's scarce. It ain't all bad though, my land is filled with a stunning, honest beauty you ain't gonna find nowhere else. Trials will be presented to you, but you will grow and overcome them becoming stronger. My land don't suffer fools lightly and neither do I. But if you got the grit and guts to stick it out through thick and thin, then I offer sanctuary against these wretches that plague your people."
“Anything is better than this… but how will we get out of the Valley? The river is too strong to use as an escape route, you’d die before you even leave the Valley. And if we’re out in the open during the night…”
"I can grant you passage through the river and I will guard your tracks. Don't forget the heat of the sun during the cold of the night. You ain't gotta be a-feared of the night while I am with you."
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
some of the people start to run.
Out of the heat haze steps Crotalus as if he was walking through a curtain. The dark eye sockets of his skull sweep over the people, ignoring those who fled his approach. Heat radiates from the god's form and barrages his audience, pulling sweat from their skin. A voice speaks out. The voice blazes like the sun. It is hard as the dry wind, soft as sun baked stone, and as mighty as a sandstorm. "Y'all tired of being eaten yet?"
Seeing that they aren’t one of the Gravediggers, most of them lower their weapons. Some of them collapse, tired and relieved. one of them, a woman with short brown hair, wielding a scimitar, approached Crotalus. She is afraid but hides it very well.
”Can you help us? Our people are tired and sick and it’s getting harder and harder to ward them off. Those… those monsters have already killed thousands. They don’t even leave any of their bodies behind.”
"I can provide aid. Leave this haint filled valley and come down to my domain. I promise you protection in my home from these fiends, but be warned, my land is a harsh one. The sun will strike at you, the critters will bite and claw. The earth ain't good for much planting, and water's scarce. It ain't all bad though, my land is filled with a stunning, honest beauty you ain't gonna find nowhere else. Trials will be presented to you, but you will grow and overcome them becoming stronger. My land don't suffer fools lightly and neither do I. But if you got the grit and guts to stick it out through thick and thin, then I offer sanctuary against these wretches that plague your people."
“Anything is better than this… but how will we get out of the Valley? The river is too strong to use as an escape route, you’d die before you even leave the Valley. And if we’re out in the open during the night…”
"I can grant you passage through the river and I will guard your tracks. Don't forget the heat of the sun during the cold of the night. You ain't gotta be a-feared of the night while I am with you."
“T-thank you… we will pack our supplies and belongings. We’ll be ready to travel in an hour.”
"I can provide aid. Leave this haint filled valley and come down to my domain. I promise you protection in my home from these fiends, but be warned, my land is a harsh one. The sun will strike at you, the critters will bite and claw. The earth ain't good for much planting, and water's scarce. It ain't all bad though, my land is filled with a stunning, honest beauty you ain't gonna find nowhere else. Trials will be presented to you, but you will grow and overcome them becoming stronger. My land don't suffer fools lightly and neither do I. But if you got the grit and guts to stick it out through thick and thin, then I offer sanctuary against these wretches that plague your people."
“Anything is better than this… but how will we get out of the Valley? The river is too strong to use as an escape route, you’d die before you even leave the Valley. And if we’re out in the open during the night…”
"I can grant you passage through the river and I will guard your tracks. Don't forget the heat of the sun during the cold of the night. You ain't gotta be a-feared of the night while I am with you."
“T-thank you… we will pack our supplies and belongings. We’ll be ready to travel in an hour.”
"Good. Gather your things then head to the river. I'll be waiting." Then in a ripple of hazy heat he vanishes.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
Far away, right beyond the borders of the realm of the God of Bliss, the Lady of the Swamp begins her meddling. She sets off along the river, carrying no weapons. If all goes well, she would have no need for them ever again.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
Far away, right beyond the borders of the realm of the God of Bliss, the Lady of the Swamp begins her meddling. She sets off along the river, carrying no weapons. If all goes well, she would have no need for them ever again.
If they see her coming, the guards in the group raise their spears towards her once she gets within a few hundred feet.
”Who are you?!?” They yell. Their leader approaches, gesturing for them to lower their weapons.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
Far away, right beyond the borders of the realm of the God of Bliss, the Lady of the Swamp begins her meddling. She sets off along the river, carrying no weapons. If all goes well, she would have no need for them ever again.
If they see her coming, the guards in the group raise their spears towards her once she gets within a few hundred feet.
”Who are you?!?” They yell. Their leader approaches, gesturing for them to lower their weapons.
“I am called Savut. I am another deity. I have set my realm not far from here, to the east. I am a goddess of the swamp, its wildlife, water, and the myriad blessings that all of these things grant. I have seen what horrors have ravaged your beautiful land since Herionidius’s death. I want to deliver you to a place that is safe where I can help you readjust.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
Far away, right beyond the borders of the realm of the God of Bliss, the Lady of the Swamp begins her meddling. She sets off along the river, carrying no weapons. If all goes well, she would have no need for them ever again.
If they see her coming, the guards in the group raise their spears towards her once she gets within a few hundred feet.
”Who are you?!?” They yell. Their leader approaches, gesturing for them to lower their weapons.
“I am called Savut. I am another deity. I have set my realm not far from here, to the east. I am a goddess of the swamp, its wildlife, water, and the myriad blessings that all of these things grant. I have seen what horrors have ravaged your beautiful land since Herionidius’s death. I want to deliver you to a place that is safe where I can help you readjust.”
“Another Deity, Crotalus, has already offered to do the same. What is your land like? We could decide then.”
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
Far away, right beyond the borders of the realm of the God of Bliss, the Lady of the Swamp begins her meddling. She sets off along the river, carrying no weapons. If all goes well, she would have no need for them ever again.
If they see her coming, the guards in the group raise their spears towards her once she gets within a few hundred feet.
”Who are you?!?” They yell. Their leader approaches, gesturing for them to lower their weapons.
“I am called Savut. I am another deity. I have set my realm not far from here, to the east. I am a goddess of the swamp, its wildlife, water, and the myriad blessings that all of these things grant. I have seen what horrors have ravaged your beautiful land since Herionidius’s death. I want to deliver you to a place that is safe where I can help you readjust.”
“Another Deity, Crotalus, has already offered to do the same. What is your land like? We could decide then.”
“Crotalus is the Desert King, and though he is certainly a powerful force given this world’s current wasted state, his domain would kill many of you regardless of your wisdom or prowess for survival before you were settled. My land is a swamp, lush and full of food and fresh water. Though it is dangerous, the swamp rewards the wise. So it has been, so it shall always be. Your group doesn’t all have to follow one god or the other, by the way. You could split up and go both ways, and if you prefer one god’s realm, you could all go there.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
Far away, right beyond the borders of the realm of the God of Bliss, the Lady of the Swamp begins her meddling. She sets off along the river, carrying no weapons. If all goes well, she would have no need for them ever again.
If they see her coming, the guards in the group raise their spears towards her once she gets within a few hundred feet.
”Who are you?!?” They yell. Their leader approaches, gesturing for them to lower their weapons.
“I am called Savut. I am another deity. I have set my realm not far from here, to the east. I am a goddess of the swamp, its wildlife, water, and the myriad blessings that all of these things grant. I have seen what horrors have ravaged your beautiful land since Herionidius’s death. I want to deliver you to a place that is safe where I can help you readjust.”
“Another Deity, Crotalus, has already offered to do the same. What is your land like? We could decide then.”
“Crotalus is the Desert King, and though he is certainly a powerful force given this world’s current wasted state, his domain would kill many of you regardless of your wisdom or prowess for survival before you were settled. My land is a swamp, lush and full of food and fresh water. Though it is dangerous, the swamp rewards the wise. So it has been, so it shall always be. Your group doesn’t all have to follow one god or the other, by the way. You could split up and go both ways, and if you prefer one god’s realm, you could all go there.”
Chatter erupts amongst the humans, most of the sick and elderly voting they go to the swamplands with Savut, while the leader and some of the guards still inbetween, a handful even fully supporting Crotalus.
Savut has to prevent herself from smirking at their mortal antics. The choice is only important in regard to those who made it. She does not intervene. If a squabble broke out, the order would correct itself.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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The Sun rises on the Valley of Herionidus. The Gravediggers hide away in their secret lair and share their learned secrets, finally sated enough by the flesh so that they are not completely overwhelmed with hunger. Soon, it will be time for them to move. The Red Festival is nearing its final act.
the largest group of survivors, 3,000 people, have built several tents and shelters to hide in, and have started burning the grass surrounding the camp to keep away the horrors. The holy symbols of some good gods, brought here by travelers, seem to repel them as well. As does Garlic.
Along the hazy horizon, a horned figure ripples in the heat as it approaches the people.
Weary and afraid, they raise their spears and draw their bows, ready for whatever is approaching them.
some of the people start to run.
Out of the heat haze steps Crotalus as if he was walking through a curtain. The dark eye sockets of his skull sweep over the people, ignoring those who fled his approach. Heat radiates from the god's form and barrages his audience, pulling sweat from their skin. A voice speaks out. The voice blazes like the sun. It is hard as the dry wind, soft as sun baked stone, and as mighty as a sandstorm. "Y'all tired of being eaten yet?"
Seeing that they aren’t one of the Gravediggers, most of them lower their weapons. Some of them collapse, tired and relieved. one of them, a woman with short brown hair, wielding a scimitar, approached Crotalus. She is afraid but hides it very well.
”Can you help us? Our people are tired and sick and it’s getting harder and harder to ward them off. Those… those monsters have already killed thousands. They don’t even leave any of their bodies behind.”
"I can provide aid. Leave this haint filled valley and come down to my domain. I promise you protection in my home from these fiends, but be warned, my land is a harsh one. The sun will strike at you, the critters will bite and claw. The earth ain't good for much planting, and water's scarce. It ain't all bad though, my land is filled with a stunning, honest beauty you ain't gonna find nowhere else. Trials will be presented to you, but you will grow and overcome them becoming stronger. My land don't suffer fools lightly and neither do I. But if you got the grit and guts to stick it out through thick and thin, then I offer sanctuary against these wretches that plague your people."
“Anything is better than this… but how will we get out of the Valley? The river is too strong to use as an escape route, you’d die before you even leave the Valley. And if we’re out in the open during the night…”
"I can grant you passage through the river and I will guard your tracks. Don't forget the heat of the sun during the cold of the night. You ain't gotta be a-feared of the night while I am with you."
“T-thank you… we will pack our supplies and belongings. We’ll be ready to travel in an hour.”
"Good. Gather your things then head to the river. I'll be waiting." Then in a ripple of hazy heat he vanishes.
After an hour, the enormous group meets up at the river. They form a circle, the outer people are all armed and able bodied. The ones at the center are the ill and elderly, as well as small children.
the leader of the group is making sure that everyone has packed all of the essential supplies to survive, like food and medicinal plants.
Strangely, the river seems rather muddy and several watersnakes are living in it, yet they don’t seem interested in biting even those who tread right next to them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Huh… Herionidus never made snakes, and usually the water is clear…” some of them mutter.
Far away, right beyond the borders of the realm of the God of Bliss, the Lady of the Swamp begins her meddling. She sets off along the river, carrying no weapons. If all goes well, she would have no need for them ever again.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
If they see her coming, the guards in the group raise their spears towards her once she gets within a few hundred feet.
”Who are you?!?” They yell. Their leader approaches, gesturing for them to lower their weapons.
“I am called Savut. I am another deity. I have set my realm not far from here, to the east. I am a goddess of the swamp, its wildlife, water, and the myriad blessings that all of these things grant. I have seen what horrors have ravaged your beautiful land since Herionidius’s death. I want to deliver you to a place that is safe where I can help you readjust.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Another Deity, Crotalus, has already offered to do the same. What is your land like? We could decide then.”
“Crotalus is the Desert King, and though he is certainly a powerful force given this world’s current wasted state, his domain would kill many of you regardless of your wisdom or prowess for survival before you were settled. My land is a swamp, lush and full of food and fresh water. Though it is dangerous, the swamp rewards the wise. So it has been, so it shall always be. Your group doesn’t all have to follow one god or the other, by the way. You could split up and go both ways, and if you prefer one god’s realm, you could all go there.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Chatter erupts amongst the humans, most of the sick and elderly voting they go to the swamplands with Savut, while the leader and some of the guards still inbetween, a handful even fully supporting Crotalus.
*cut*
Savut has to prevent herself from smirking at their mortal antics. The choice is only important in regard to those who made it. She does not intervene. If a squabble broke out, the order would correct itself.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.