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As Leandrea has learned, and is attempting to teach, brother Ceanusar.Ceanusar wrote:YOU MISUNDERSTAND THE NATURE OF REALITY. IT IS NOT ABOUT SANITY, BROTHER, BUT ABOUT PERCEPTION.
It is good to hear that Love is known throughout Narie.Tepes wrote:Love is well-known among all of Narie's conscious beings, I assure you. Your domain, Love, will take an integral role in the shaping of this world. My followers hold the deepest love for me and the gifts I share with them. My prophet will be my divine messenger, in love and league with my message and the power it will bring.
If you require the worship of these mortals to sustain yourself, then that is your own flaw.Tepes wrote:Are you of the mind that we do not share a similar fate with these mortals? When their worship ceases, so do we. If their cycle runs out, which on a long enough timeline is inevitable, we end with them. Can't you see? The evolution, the new cycle I bring to this world will be our salvation, by the redemption of the human race.
in the [i]Codex Philadelphiensis[/i] ‘tis wrote:As the traders’ caravan approached, Maliel glanced at the goods the efforts of all in Ahava had assembled to offer in trade. The past seasons’ trading had been disappointing, as tales of superior crops upriver were all the traders were interested in when Ahava’s own abundance was produced. Although she followed the teachings of Agapé, she sent a small prayer of thankfulness towards the deity of the Seas she had heard whispers about, Diana. Praise be for the salt we harvest from the seas, and the abundance of fish from both sea and river. The salt preserves the fish, yet is rare enough upriver for the traders to pay well for both fish and salt. That said, she started collecting baskets of the various colored sun dried salts and carrying it to Ahava’s market stalls.
Cerunan’s caravan wound its way slowly through the delta. Figures the best quality salts hand harvested on Mekoth would be in the village at the end of this delta, the caravan leader thinks to himself. We’ll see what they have to offer other than salts and preserved ocean delicacies, but I doubt anything else will compare with what’s back upriver…
The caravan slowly pulled into Ahava’s village square, circling and setting camp around the Great Hearth. Maliel approached Cerunan and welcomed him with a free offering of Ahava’s best brew, then walked with him over to the market stalls. Whatever has come over these people in the past few months, the change is most welcome, Cerunan thought. Perhaps I should inquire at some point…
Upon reaching the market, his disappointment in the produce was plain on his face, so Maliel guided him straight to the preserved fish and salts stalls where haggling began in earnest. Cerunan noticed while Maliel haggled as earnestly as ever, her manner was far less deceitful as in seasons past, and again he wondered at it. At the end of the bargaining, Cerunan looked questionably at Maliel. ”Mistress,” he said with a bow, ”we are headed back upriver to the village of Vinzhest, where they have started worshipping a deity of Knowledge. I am a few hands short this trip; perhaps a few of your fisherfolk would care to join us for the trip; we could discuss conditions of employ and reimbursement once the group is set…”
The next day, business completed and arrangements made with several hardy fisher folk, Jharvik among them, the caravan headed back up river, crossing the Graceful Ford and taking the river to the east when a large fork appeared in the river’s path. ”Vinzhest lies between the two rivers,” Cerunan told Jharvik, with whom he had struck a friendship, especially as he listened to the young fisherman’s words of cooperation instead of jealousy, and modesty in place of pride during their days of travel. Such an outlook on the part of everyone would make haggling much less stressful, as he had found with Maliel, and he considered Jharvik’s words when alone. ”But the villagers are applying new knowledge every day, " he continued to Jharvik, "and currently they are working on a bridge across the east river, so we will be met earlier going this way, instead of attempting to ford the southern river on our own.”
A few days later, the caravan spotted building going on up river and Cerunan called a halt, getting down from his own wagon and, with Jharvik at his side, walked towards builders working in the river. Jharvik had never dreamed of such construction, and eyes wide, tagged along in silence for now, hoping to learn what he can from these strangers he was being introduced to…
