He studies him with a thoughtful gaze, recognizing the underlying pain in the words.
"Bound by Mystra, I gave everything- my loyalty, my magic, my very essence. And even then, it felt like it was never quite enough in her eyes." He pauses and sighs, "Itโs a relentless pressure+
ใ คใ คhis eyes closed as he inhaled slowly to slowly calm from that rage that builds in his chest- from the unfortunate familiarity.
โ you can give up your whole life for a deity, praise them til your knees bled but you will never truly be enough in their eyes โ
Gale raises an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued despite the warning, "Oh, come now. Monotonous or not, Iโm sure thereโs a story in there somewhere,โ he says, his voice warm. โSometimes the most mundane details can be the most fascinating. Humor me."
leaning on the arm of his seat, tilting her head with a huff.
โ you would not find the details pleasing, I fear. theyโre monotonous, in any effect. โ
Uncomfortable gulp, he nods alongside the truest words spoken. "I may, perhaps, be different. . At least, I would like to think so. If it weren't for my own folly, I would still be beside Mystra today. ."
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โ forgiveness ? There would be no need for forgiveness if the gods were merciful of mistakes - no deity will ever forgive, they lie through their teeth โ
Slight brow raise, "yes. . assuming you mean in regards to me allowing the nether orb to do what is needed. Maybe then I can get the forgiveness of Mystra."
ใ คโ you can live, with as much ease as these times allow โ
his eyes close โ and yet - . . you consider something that is no longer inevitable ? โ
Awkwardly stifling his laugh, he tuts disapprovingly. "And we," gesturing towards himself, "Aim to help with that nasty goblin business. You could try, maybe to be at least a little accommodating."
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แแ I know those eyes . You see me as a ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ . A mother will do what it judges ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต to protect its brood . You outsiders have come and brought nothing but trouble . Now , an horde of goblins threaten my gates . แแ
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แแ The grove is in need of kennels . And no , not for the animals . For the ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด . It will serve as the prison . แแ
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a small smile is given,
"Absolutely, it helps that Elminster allowed me to have control over it. Before then, it was like walking on eggshells. Now, I exist with much more ease."
ใ คใ คโ understandable โ a small nod -
ใ คใ คhe knew all too well of a brandished scar from the arcane and magic - his however not being. . .
well- . .destructive.
โ no easy feat, having any tenday becoming a last . . although, suppose it is an excuse to live โ
Following the motion, he looks down at his own chest; taking a moment of reflection before responding.
" Sometimes, " Pausing.
" I try not to think of it, it causes a certain. . unease. "