[ In a furtive glance, the god's eyes lit on the other's hand, as though to ensure it was truly the touch of someone he trusted - or perhaps that the touch was there at all. The curve of his shoulders slackened slightly, though it was almost as if a controlled facsimile, rather than truly relaxing.
Still, he listened. The Outer Gods reminded him of the Earthen Mother, a goddess said to be responsible for the molding of the human and god realms from the formless clay they had been. The Forsaken had never seen her, but he imagined her gone with the rest of them. Vaguely he recalled that someone had told him the Earthen Mother was always present, all around them, but that had seemed unfathomable to him, too.
The Forsaken's brow furrowed. ]
Chaining Death- is that how the rules of your world came to be shattered? [ and how the Ironeye - and his shades - came to be alive even in death? ]
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Still, he listened. The Outer Gods reminded him of the Earthen Mother, a goddess said to be responsible for the molding of the human and god realms from the formless clay they had been. The Forsaken had never seen her, but he imagined her gone with the rest of them. Vaguely he recalled that someone had told him the Earthen Mother was always present, all around them, but that had seemed unfathomable to him, too.
The Forsaken's brow furrowed. ]
Chaining Death- is that how the rules of your world came to be shattered? [ and how the Ironeye - and his shades - came to be alive even in death? ]