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Gods were real. Bucklin just said it, or at least implied it, and that was enough to give you pause. Were gods a thing where you were from? They were, in a sense, but their powers would often be the target for scrutiny. Different camps with different takes, different beliefs, and different faiths. It was often a topic best avoided in most polite conversation. You can’t recall being religious yourself. You realized it was a part of life, another cog in the machine of civilization.
In this world, gods were responsible for observable phenomena. Given the existence of aether, that wouldn’t be too far of a stretch. Both are fantastical by their very nature. Though, would it be correct to call them ‘fantastical’ if they existed in the truest sense of the word? Then again, that invites the idea that you may be dreaming this entire thing up.
You pinch your wrist just to be sure.
“Ouch.” That pain was very real. Just as real as the soreness in your legs.
“Are you okay, Lorelai?” Bucklin turns toward you as you round the corner.
“I’m fine,” you say, walking past him. “So, these gods. What role do they play?”
“Loiterers of fate.” Bucklin’s venomous voice resonates through the empty entry hall. “Though, I suppose the more polite term would be ‘caretakers’ or ‘observers’.”
It was plain to you that you weren’t going to get a measured answer. It was better than nothing, regardless. “Your bias aside,” you say, waving a hand in front of your face. “What else do they do? You say ‘caretaker’, but what does that mean, exactly?”
Bucklin sighs, “I apologize. You deserve a more thorough answer.” He steps toward the adjoining hallway. “Speaking about every god would require more time than we have. But, a simple summation would be that they observe ‘problems’ and correct them where they see fit.”
“Is that for all gods or just a few?” You walk past a few knights as they make their way to the main hall. They wave at you as you pass by.
“The gods are as varied as mankind.” He throws his arms out as if presenting empty air. “For instance, the Kashuanese Theocracy is ruled by a goddess known as Lakshmi. She’s very involved, but in ways that I’d consider deceitful.”
“Like what?”
“She’s apparently very caring toward her people, to the extent that you’d mistake her for a mother rather than a ruler of a nation.” He frowns as you approach the sound of clashing wood. “To act as though people can’t fend for themselves, making them solely reliant on providence for protection is as sickening as it is absurd.”
Gods were real. Bucklin just said it, or at least implied it, and that was enough to give you pause. Were gods a thing where you were from? They were, in a sense, but their powers would often be the target for scrutiny. Different camps with different takes, different beliefs, and different faiths. It was often a topic best avoided in most polite conversation. You can’t recall being religious yourself. You realized it was a part of life, another cog in the machine of civilization.
In this world, gods were responsible for observable phenomena. Given the existence of aether, that wouldn’t be too far of a stretch. Both are fantastical by their very nature. Though, would it be correct to call them ‘fantastical’ if they existed in the truest sense of the word? Then again, that invites the idea that you may be dreaming this entire thing up.
You pinch your wrist just to be sure.
“Ouch.” That pain was very real. Just as real as the soreness in your legs.
“Are you okay, Lorelai?” Bucklin turns toward you as you round the corner.
“I’m fine,” you say, walking past him. “So, these gods. What role do they play?”
“Loiterers of fate.” Bucklin’s venomous voice resonates through the empty entry hall. “Though, I suppose the more polite term would be ‘caretakers’ or ‘observers’.”
It was plain to you that you weren’t going to get a measured answer. It was better than nothing, regardless. “Your bias aside,” you say, waving a hand in front of your face. “What else do they do? You say ‘caretaker’, but what does that mean, exactly?”
Bucklin sighs, “I apologize. You deserve a more thorough answer.” He steps toward the adjoining hallway. “Speaking about every god would require more time than we have. But, a simple summation would be that they observe ‘problems’ and correct them where they see fit.”
“Is that for all gods or just a few?” You walk past a few knights as they make their way to the main hall. They wave at you as you pass by.
“The gods are as varied as mankind.” He throws his arms out as if presenting empty air. “For instance, the Kashuanese Theocracy is ruled by a goddess known as Lakshmi. She’s very involved, but in ways that I’d consider deceitful.”
“Like what?”
“She’s apparently very caring toward her people, to the extent that you’d mistake her for a mother rather than a ruler of a nation.” He frowns as you approach the sound of clashing wood. “To act as though people can’t fend for themselves, making them solely reliant on providence for protection is as sickening as it is absurd.”
