Your work with the spirit is very pretty! I feel quite good! I have held souls in my hands before, but without such precision — then again, I am not called upon to be a delicate weapon very often.
[ But, he is am ambush predator more often than not; war is not simply about a full frontal assault, or crushing might with greater might. It is the midnight release of pestilence, the poisoning of wells, the endless drone of an army playing horrible music in shifts while a besieged encampment quivers and decides whether or not to open their defenses and Just Get It Over With. It's laying a trap for a wolf, not knowing if he will be alive or not to reap the spoils.
It's victory, even if he is not there to immediately observe it — because all victory ( and loss ) belongs to him. ]
That sounds dangerous. While alive, a mortal's body and spirit ought to remain in the same place lest one, or both, be mistaken for experiencing an end! How do you find your way back? Do your gods not watch over that boundary? Naughty things.
[ Roza might resist the urge, but Set immediately begins asking his own questions; there's a natural, feverish curiosity to him: the same curiosity that drove him to foreign lands, foreign pantheons and their gods and people, to learn of them and befriend them and rival them. ]
No, I do not mind spoilers. I plan to rob everyone, is all. If I must.
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[ But, he is am ambush predator more often than not; war is not simply about a full frontal assault, or crushing might with greater might. It is the midnight release of pestilence, the poisoning of wells, the endless drone of an army playing horrible music in shifts while a besieged encampment quivers and decides whether or not to open their defenses and Just Get It Over With. It's laying a trap for a wolf, not knowing if he will be alive or not to reap the spoils.
It's victory, even if he is not there to immediately observe it — because all victory ( and loss ) belongs to him. ]
That sounds dangerous. While alive, a mortal's body and spirit ought to remain in the same place lest one, or both, be mistaken for experiencing an end! How do you find your way back? Do your gods not watch over that boundary? Naughty things.
[ Roza might resist the urge, but Set immediately begins asking his own questions; there's a natural, feverish curiosity to him: the same curiosity that drove him to foreign lands, foreign pantheons and their gods and people, to learn of them and befriend them and rival them. ]
No, I do not mind spoilers. I plan to rob everyone, is all. If I must.