You may want to take a seat. I'll summarize the best I can, but it's sort of involved. [ And he'll wait for her to take a seat somewhere before launching into his tale ]
It's been quite a while for me- a year at least- since I came back from the town.
In that time, I helped take down a goddess at the behest of her brother. Tragedy, the goddess in question, had not only sealed away her sister, Mercy, to keep her from interfering, but she would travel the land, razing entire villages to the ground. The residents of which all went missing, never heard from again. It'd been popular opinion for years that they were simply dead.
[ A beat ] My home was destroyed by her, some six years ago.
But the god of death, and Mercy and Tragedy's brother, Gatekeeper realized that the people that Tragedy claimed no longer stepped through his Gate. Tragedy was keeping their souls, putting them in construct bodies of steel-coated bone. She was creating an army.
Long story short, a few others and myself set out to confront Tragedy and free Mercy at Gatekeeper's request. Mercy was freed, a friend of mine became a god, my First Mate met his lovely bride-to-be, and Gatekeeper approached me with an ultimatum- I could step through his Gate at that moment, and be reunited with the loved ones I had lost, or I could help him track down the remains of Tragedy's scattered forces and put their souls to rest.
My loved ones would be waiting for me, and there was no need to waste the years I had left, so I offered my help. Gatekeeper has an annoying sense of humor, because he gave me the ability to sense the lost souls I'm seeking, via a mark on my shoulder, which acts as a sort of compass. It hurts initially, either to make sure I'm paying attention or to make sure I don't shirk my duties. Either way it's obnoxious, and I'm still not used to it.
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It's been quite a while for me- a year at least- since I came back from the town.
In that time, I helped take down a goddess at the behest of her brother. Tragedy, the goddess in question, had not only sealed away her sister, Mercy, to keep her from interfering, but she would travel the land, razing entire villages to the ground. The residents of which all went missing, never heard from again. It'd been popular opinion for years that they were simply dead.
[ A beat ] My home was destroyed by her, some six years ago.
But the god of death, and Mercy and Tragedy's brother, Gatekeeper realized that the people that Tragedy claimed no longer stepped through his Gate. Tragedy was keeping their souls, putting them in construct bodies of steel-coated bone. She was creating an army.
Long story short, a few others and myself set out to confront Tragedy and free Mercy at Gatekeeper's request. Mercy was freed, a friend of mine became a god, my First Mate met his lovely bride-to-be, and Gatekeeper approached me with an ultimatum- I could step through his Gate at that moment, and be reunited with the loved ones I had lost, or I could help him track down the remains of Tragedy's scattered forces and put their souls to rest.
My loved ones would be waiting for me, and there was no need to waste the years I had left, so I offered my help. Gatekeeper has an annoying sense of humor, because he gave me the ability to sense the lost souls I'm seeking, via a mark on my shoulder, which acts as a sort of compass. It hurts initially, either to make sure I'm paying attention or to make sure I don't shirk my duties. Either way it's obnoxious, and I'm still not used to it.