Those under Mythal were often more sympathetic, but nobility shall be nobility regardless of allegiances and loyalty.
[And thus insufferable and ignorant of the world outside of their petty squabbles. Sometimes he was not sure what left him more jaded, the centuries keeping watch over a lost cause, or the centuries he had to suffer attempted civil conversation with the nobility.]
A noble pursuit, however I cannot say that I share your faith in the collective goodwill of those here. [As if that wasn't already apparent by his earlier remarks.]
Though I am uncertain if our places on the battlefield would be side by side. My armor was built to deflect spells and other magic, not spears and axes. I am a mage, while I am capable of fighting on the front lines, it is far from an ideal position for me.
[He hesitates for a moment before deciding on following along. In spite of the obvious size difference in their strides, Abelas has little trouble keeping up. He moved swiftly and with a trained wariness, even throughout the conversation, a part of his attention was on their surroundings.]
Mythal- she was a mother to her people, protective and fierce. Those who came to her were judged, she saw into the hearts of those who petitioned her. Those with pure minds and open hearts were granted protection and sanctuary, and she would harry those that had wronged them until the end of their days. Those who sought to incite her wrath upon the undeserving, whether out of greed, or envy, or imagined and petty slights were struck down.
She also served as a voice of reason among the other gods. When Falon'din and Eglar'nan, the gods of death and vengeance respectively, had a dispute that threatened to escalate into civil war, she convinced them to settle the matter with a dual between their greatest champions instead. Eventually Falon'din's vanity and desire for adulation drove him into other lands, slaying all that would not take a knee to him, when he threatened Mythal's lands she rallied the other gods against him. He was eventually forced to surrender when bloodied in his own temple.
I have never beheld one so worthy of the adulation of a god as Mythal.
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[And thus insufferable and ignorant of the world outside of their petty squabbles. Sometimes he was not sure what left him more jaded, the centuries keeping watch over a lost cause, or the centuries he had to suffer attempted civil conversation with the nobility.]
A noble pursuit, however I cannot say that I share your faith in the collective goodwill of those here. [As if that wasn't already apparent by his earlier remarks.]
Though I am uncertain if our places on the battlefield would be side by side. My armor was built to deflect spells and other magic, not spears and axes. I am a mage, while I am capable of fighting on the front lines, it is far from an ideal position for me.
[He hesitates for a moment before deciding on following along. In spite of the obvious size difference in their strides, Abelas has little trouble keeping up. He moved swiftly and with a trained wariness, even throughout the conversation, a part of his attention was on their surroundings.]
Mythal- she was a mother to her people, protective and fierce. Those who came to her were judged, she saw into the hearts of those who petitioned her. Those with pure minds and open hearts were granted protection and sanctuary, and she would harry those that had wronged them until the end of their days. Those who sought to incite her wrath upon the undeserving, whether out of greed, or envy, or imagined and petty slights were struck down.
She also served as a voice of reason among the other gods. When Falon'din and Eglar'nan, the gods of death and vengeance respectively, had a dispute that threatened to escalate into civil war, she convinced them to settle the matter with a dual between their greatest champions instead. Eventually Falon'din's vanity and desire for adulation drove him into other lands, slaying all that would not take a knee to him, when he threatened Mythal's lands she rallied the other gods against him. He was eventually forced to surrender when bloodied in his own temple.
I have never beheld one so worthy of the adulation of a god as Mythal.