Post by Tamesis on Oct 2, 2014 11:27:42 GMT -6
She slipped through the shadows to the far reaches of the realm. She could sense the creature's encroaching on her darkness... It was an open invitation to her parlor.
Tamesis had nothing better to do at the moment.
Oh sure, this was probably a trap and most assuredly they will attempt some form of an attack upon her. But she felt no fear of these things. They were most assuredly not her kind. She had seen all things and these creations were not divine by any stretch of the limited imagination of mortals. In fact, every mortal who'd made a deal with these creatures had known these things were not divinities. Why they would trade their souls for curses, Tamesis didn't fathom. Didn't care to fathom.
The souls she would reclaim eventually. Let them suffer a bit in servitude for their foolishness.
It intrigued her, really. Since she had made the command not to intervene until the mortals understood the difference between divine and corrupted, it seemed all the gods in their realm had heard her advice. Orik was still in his little hole. Probably grieving piteously for those lost in the fight with these monsters. Brynne was furious at her for her playing with the speaker she held so dear. Jag wasn't sure exactly where he was yet.
And here she'd thought that no one had liked her.
She turned her attention back to the task before her as she materialized in the darkest corner of the realm. This form made her appear more vulnerable, but it wouldn't stop her from fighting if she needed to. She hovered in the air, her legs crossed, her back reclined against an invisible lounge as she looked around with her glowing violet eyes.
"...Love what you've done with the place. Not everyone can make a tearoom from a toilet."
Tamesis had nothing better to do at the moment.
Oh sure, this was probably a trap and most assuredly they will attempt some form of an attack upon her. But she felt no fear of these things. They were most assuredly not her kind. She had seen all things and these creations were not divine by any stretch of the limited imagination of mortals. In fact, every mortal who'd made a deal with these creatures had known these things were not divinities. Why they would trade their souls for curses, Tamesis didn't fathom. Didn't care to fathom.
The souls she would reclaim eventually. Let them suffer a bit in servitude for their foolishness.
It intrigued her, really. Since she had made the command not to intervene until the mortals understood the difference between divine and corrupted, it seemed all the gods in their realm had heard her advice. Orik was still in his little hole. Probably grieving piteously for those lost in the fight with these monsters. Brynne was furious at her for her playing with the speaker she held so dear. Jag wasn't sure exactly where he was yet.
And here she'd thought that no one had liked her.
She turned her attention back to the task before her as she materialized in the darkest corner of the realm. This form made her appear more vulnerable, but it wouldn't stop her from fighting if she needed to. She hovered in the air, her legs crossed, her back reclined against an invisible lounge as she looked around with her glowing violet eyes.
"...Love what you've done with the place. Not everyone can make a tearoom from a toilet."