Thread: The Goddesses' Call (Forgotten Realms setting)

Thomas nodded his head lightly as he said I am sorry I know I seem like an egotistical ass to you and yours the truth is well other species even my own supposedly human ones are odd to me. shaking his head he said, I'm sure you know the darkness that swells within all species a need to feel superior a need to say yours is the best I may have mis intended her action though it wasn't on purpose more of a after so many decades you stop seeing faces and just see stereotypical members of a race. He did seem a bit troubled by his actions. Drinking a bit more wine he said I used to think that was foolish and I still do judging her because of other experience with Drow is the definition of foolish, but can you honestly say those who share your blood wouldn't' straight up laugh at a human mentioning magic and what not they must seem like foolish children given your age and power. He seemed a bit disheartened. The man's age seemed apparent one who was so old he'd seen many things most would call World shaking events. Wars the rise and fall of gods, entire races nearly wiped out. Looking at her he said honestly I sometimes forget how much the gods and goddesses matter to those who truly worship them many claim to worship many gods but at best carry a broken version of their will, the the goddesses of nevermore did you know the high goddess Armanthine's priestess in three horse are assassins now they truly believe that by slaying those the king tells them, they are bringing kindness and prosperity to the world. He shook his head a bit as he said, In a way it's odd for me, I've seen and talked to gods those people worship to me are as flesh and face as you, or one of your priestesses, oh sure they are powerful but they are still human I've seen gods die, and gods grow stronger, in a way they almost reflect their races, i truly wish sometimes I could go back to seeing Diabela as a goddess, a woman of unending beauty, instead of a woman who I've beded and who now talks to me alot who manipulates me as freely as you might a puppet. He shook his head as he said Everything has been amazing, and I hope you'll forgive an old fool whose been traveling a bit too long a bit of foolishness, I am sure to offend you just let me know I don't mean too, but well I'm just rather disillusioned. It was obvious he really wasn't trying to be rude, or hateful or any such thing. He was a warrior however, and they tended to see the worst side of all the races. A skilled nose could pick out the smell of necromancy magic and drow blood on him. Oh it was well faded just the sort of smell a well used weapon carried but he'd dealt with some of the darker aspects of her species. Looking at her he said, Should I go and apologize to her, thought you never did say her name to me, until just now. Looking at her he seemed a bit surprised by that news. Looking at her he said, I thought that all magic was similar and that the high Dragon's brought magic into the world and formed the Drow, by mixing nature energy with their own blood thus your magic was closest to the high dragons. He seemed a bit surprised as he said, Although to be fair all the races say they brought magic into the world, well except humans they think the gods did it.