[Set’s reasoning is sound; if Yima herself is unassailable at present, the more effective course would be for them to sink their claws into those things in her domain that are more easily accessible. Areas like the Beyond, which serves little active purpose to the Zenites and is not well-monitored — but which could perhaps enable Meridian to extend its own reach into Highstorm itself.
Likewise, if those in Meridian are ever to effectively weaken the unity of their opposing faction, there is no easier target than that presented by Zenith's members themselves. Yima claims that her followers will all have a hand in creating the new world that they will live in — but is that truly acceptable, when peace-loving humans must create their world alongside monsters and killers? Even when Liem had been swayed to Zenith, for those few long weeks, he had believed in the back of his mind that he would need to cull some of his own brethren before the final hour, for the sake of that peaceful new world. He wonders how many of Zenith's current members might share that sentiment.]
If we can use the Matron's people and the Matron's land against her, then so much the better.
[They will use what they can, to chip away at the foundations supporting Yima's grand scheme, and plot their own destiny instead. Such was the burden and gift that Aroden had granted his world when he had died, leaving Golarion without its god of Destiny, all those years ago when Liem had been only a child. In this crumbling world between worlds, Liem feels confident that their fates must be every bit as unmoored.
His attention turns to the trees around them: immense things, untouched by saw or axe for untold generations. They would need to find one taller than the rest to see any real distance away, but he concedes that it would be nice to have a better idea of how much distance they still need to cover.]
We can look now, [he agrees. Glancing around at the surrounding trees, Liem uses his free hand to point at a particularly gigantic specimen at the top of a nearby slope.] Perhaps that one?
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Likewise, if those in Meridian are ever to effectively weaken the unity of their opposing faction, there is no easier target than that presented by Zenith's members themselves. Yima claims that her followers will all have a hand in creating the new world that they will live in — but is that truly acceptable, when peace-loving humans must create their world alongside monsters and killers? Even when Liem had been swayed to Zenith, for those few long weeks, he had believed in the back of his mind that he would need to cull some of his own brethren before the final hour, for the sake of that peaceful new world. He wonders how many of Zenith's current members might share that sentiment.]
If we can use the Matron's people and the Matron's land against her, then so much the better.
[They will use what they can, to chip away at the foundations supporting Yima's grand scheme, and plot their own destiny instead. Such was the burden and gift that Aroden had granted his world when he had died, leaving Golarion without its god of Destiny, all those years ago when Liem had been only a child. In this crumbling world between worlds, Liem feels confident that their fates must be every bit as unmoored.
His attention turns to the trees around them: immense things, untouched by saw or axe for untold generations. They would need to find one taller than the rest to see any real distance away, but he concedes that it would be nice to have a better idea of how much distance they still need to cover.]
We can look now, [he agrees. Glancing around at the surrounding trees, Liem uses his free hand to point at a particularly gigantic specimen at the top of a nearby slope.] Perhaps that one?