[ He wants to sink his claws into the Beyond, as he has since the first day he was invited to lead the small gathering of scholars into the depths of it to locate an elusive, rare herb. That had been the day he had uncovered his shrine, had been the day he had felt it drawing him in — comforting and seeking connection. His caring for it had given him the tether to the true power of creation.
A new spell: with it, a nose for the weather and the ability to grow small things. A desert god bearing a domain that ought to be anathema to him, but was from then on in his reach. The Beyond might as well be his, he thinks arrogantly. Knowing what he could do with creation, why not begin to kill the land and create a desert to reflect the power of the sun upon Highstorm? ]
I agree. Crippling Highstorm's Shardbearers by separating fact from whatever fiction they have been fed by her will be one such way to further sow animosity among them. They are likely not to convert to Meridian — but, for as long as hope's bearers touch their hearts still... we cannot lose them too far into it.
[ He looks back to Liem, then. A drawn and severe gleam in his brow, however softened the lines of his expression become in that moment. Thinking, mindfully, of his friend's own potential to descend into Zenith and embody it. That Meridian had lost him for a time, but that Set had not deemed "Liem Talbott", or his heart, lost to him. ]
That was my rallying cry after the Oracle, at least. Hope may not be what they desire, but as people like them — Meridian can still reach them.
[ As Liem's eye is drawn to the trees around them, he follows his gaze to the tall one atop the slope. A grin settling upon his face as he turns into the priest, reaching his hands down to gather the back of Liem's thighs into his palms. To heft his weight, and all that of his equipment, up and into his arms. Without reservation, nor warning, only the pure savage delight of someone who lives for the moment, the disturbance he can cause.
He hops, bounces once, and drives his heels into the earth before leaping into the air on a trajectory towards one of the broad branches of the tree Liem had point out. Alighting upon it, with an animal cry of delight. ]
— ah! Like that! Gaze out, see in the distance that which we seek!
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A new spell: with it, a nose for the weather and the ability to grow small things. A desert god bearing a domain that ought to be anathema to him, but was from then on in his reach. The Beyond might as well be his, he thinks arrogantly. Knowing what he could do with creation, why not begin to kill the land and create a desert to reflect the power of the sun upon Highstorm? ]
I agree. Crippling Highstorm's Shardbearers by separating fact from whatever fiction they have been fed by her will be one such way to further sow animosity among them. They are likely not to convert to Meridian — but, for as long as hope's bearers touch their hearts still... we cannot lose them too far into it.
[ He looks back to Liem, then. A drawn and severe gleam in his brow, however softened the lines of his expression become in that moment. Thinking, mindfully, of his friend's own potential to descend into Zenith and embody it. That Meridian had lost him for a time, but that Set had not deemed "Liem Talbott", or his heart, lost to him. ]
That was my rallying cry after the Oracle, at least. Hope may not be what they desire, but as people like them — Meridian can still reach them.
[ As Liem's eye is drawn to the trees around them, he follows his gaze to the tall one atop the slope. A grin settling upon his face as he turns into the priest, reaching his hands down to gather the back of Liem's thighs into his palms. To heft his weight, and all that of his equipment, up and into his arms. Without reservation, nor warning, only the pure savage delight of someone who lives for the moment, the disturbance he can cause.
He hops, bounces once, and drives his heels into the earth before leaping into the air on a trajectory towards one of the broad branches of the tree Liem had point out. Alighting upon it, with an animal cry of delight. ]
— ah! Like that! Gaze out, see in the distance that which we seek!