You may worship whichever you’d like, I suppose… all, some, or none of the gods. This was the draw to serving no court and roaming like a wisp on the wind. Huntington owed no one her loyalty. She could come and go as she pleased, worship as she pleased, and sell her services to the highest bidder. There was something to be said for forging a path all your own. Once, Mephisto had done just that. Then, she’d found herself a home and built something of a small community with the faction that lived within its walls. And then… then it had all crumbled in an act of brutal war.
The past was behind her, though she had no regrets for the path which brought her here. True, they had drunk the power of the magic, fulfilling their greatest fantasies and becoming creatures far superior to their own mortal limitations. But the magic took from them too – it took and took until there was nothing left. It stole away families, lands, and even the sanity of those who wielded it. No, the Rift had not been a forgiving thing. If anything, it was as much a curse as it was an opportunity.
I suppose the grass is always greener… She leaves the notion at that, turning toward the mountain and walking in silence beside Huntington. As they move away from the plain, flowers and grass give way to rocks at the foothills. Nearing the base of the mountain, she stops and looks up toward the heavens, breathing a deep sigh as the sun rolls behind the peak, casting shadows on this place. And then, the two begin to climb.
The past was behind her, though she had no regrets for the path which brought her here. True, they had drunk the power of the magic, fulfilling their greatest fantasies and becoming creatures far superior to their own mortal limitations. But the magic took from them too – it took and took until there was nothing left. It stole away families, lands, and even the sanity of those who wielded it. No, the Rift had not been a forgiving thing. If anything, it was as much a curse as it was an opportunity.
I suppose the grass is always greener… She leaves the notion at that, turning toward the mountain and walking in silence beside Huntington. As they move away from the plain, flowers and grass give way to rocks at the foothills. Nearing the base of the mountain, she stops and looks up toward the heavens, breathing a deep sigh as the sun rolls behind the peak, casting shadows on this place. And then, the two begin to climb.
@Huntington (wrapping this up so we can get the signos and working on a new post for you at Veneror)
