10-26-2020, 06:06 PM
Bahano
The relief the god felt was like all the weight in the world had been lifted from them. No humans. No humans. The grief he felt for Bai, hearing of the losses they took, replaced relief with rage. Mortality was a curse, but he could do nothing about it. "Human vessels are weak. But, of course, one can train." he hummed gently.
Bandits. Such things had raided his worship temple back home, and their families paid with famine. His green eyes squinted. Ugly things took when people were weak. A low snort ran from him. "Bandits. They feed on stolen and scraps."
"All generations deserve to know of the lands they are in, yes. I will spare no details from you." He said as he stepped through the doors into the inn, cautious of his great antlers. He nodded to other npcs and took notice of Sloan. The elk's foliage-hidden antlers let out A dim glow from their markings. "Hello, little one."
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗