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as an apparition within the Murmur that vessels share, the Forsaken most often appears sitting in a plain wooden chair with a low rounded back, gazing despondently into the distance. reach out?

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[markingnight]

They remain. Godwyn the Golden was once a great hero. And the demigods once ruled as lords, generals, and the like. But there's not much left to rule over now.

I've only met one who bothered speak to me. He accused me of looting.

[Ironeye's delivery was a dry one; he supposed the accusation had been true. Yet he had been looting for the greater good. ]

[aeviternitas]

I see. [ The Forsaken's voice softened to something thoughtful. Ironeye did not sound particularly appreciative of the gods or their war. But that they remained meant humans had not forgotten them.

He could not help but wonder what it would be like if the gods of his own world had not left.

...No, it didn't bear thinking about. They had left, and thinking about it would change nothing. Besides, even the Forsaken now had left, hadn't he?

He pulled himself from his thoughts, voice lighter than he felt as he teased: ] You did tell me you have a knack for finding things.

[markingnight]

[ The assassin bowed, adding a little flourish with his cloak as he played into the role. ]

And, as luck would have it, I had just found the most pristine regal scepter. Imbued with the power of the moon, it was, and a starry comet, besides...

[ There was a glint of mischief in his blue eyes, as if inviting his questioner to guess how much of his tale were true. ]