Lost and found divinity 2 how to#

вЂњAt least that oneвЂ™s a disaster IвЂ™m used to.вЂќ вЂњFrom both the southern front and the realm of Procer.вЂќ The Sisters had already given me vague impressions, but we were in agreement that unless theyвЂ™d looked at something with their own eyes a report usually better served the purpose of keeping me informed. It was the little things, sometimes, but sadly we didnвЂ™t have time for idle chatting. It had cushions, I noted with pleasure, and given the general drow disregard for those theyвЂ™d likely been added just for me. I waved it down as it began to rise, scribes following behind and bowing almost as low as they did for me, but it insisted on getting up and holding out my chair for me. Procerans tended to leave bold colours to banners and clothes, finding them rather gauche on furniture. Ivah was seated when I entered the room it used as an office, holed up behind an elegant little Proceran bureau that was painted in bright enough colours that your average Alamans craftsman would have rather hanged themselves than be associated with it. Unfortunately for us, we had more than just Kurosiv and their schemes to worry about. Now that the spell formula for the ritual had been created and the groundwork to use begun, we had gone on war footing: it was only a matter of time until strife erupted across the canals, and both sides were moving their forces in place. But he had his work and I had mine, so we soldiered on. And Masego missed her too, because I couldnвЂ™t think of another reason heвЂ™d have brough a frankly terrible wooden sculpture of a duck to Serolen. She had a knack for pulling me out of my thoughts when I got stuck in them, making it all lighter. It was almost like IвЂ™d been trained to look fondly on a mouthy, playful soul pulling at the pigtails of an opiniated scholarly sort. вЂњFrom nisi to rylleh in a breath, just imagine the songs.вЂќ вЂњIвЂ™m just waiting for you to keel over and die, Old One,вЂќ Fania grinned. вЂњYou should have been used for mushroom-feed at birth,вЂќ Trokel muttered. вЂњNot until theyвЂ™ve lost,вЂќ Fania lightly replied. вЂњThat is heresy,вЂќ Trokel informed it, glaring through rheumy silver eyes. They simply believe that Loc Ynan is the superior deity.вЂќ вЂњThey canвЂ™t really be called heretics,вЂќ Fania insisted, вЂњas they do not deny the divinity of Sve Noc.

It made me a little homesick, but sometimes a touch of homesickness was good for the soul. IвЂ™d grown, almost against my will, rather fond of their constant bickering. Fania was not interested in wisdom so much as stories, on the other hand, and did not write down near as much. Trokel saw its duty as that of an apostle, squeezing out of my words and actions wisdom for all who partook in Night to follow. The dislike between them had been instant, though it was scholarly in nature and not personal. It had been very honoured to be chosen as one of my scribes and told me often enough I could repeat the words back with the exact cadence in Crepuscular, accent and all. The nisi was chubby-cheeked and painfully young, always offering up half-smiles of crooked teeth. The rylleh was wrinkled and wheezing, deceptively slow to the eye but moving with the measured grace of an old killer. вЂ“ Extract from the вЂParables of the Lost and FoundвЂ™, disputed Firstborn religious text

Lost and found divinity 2 how to#

вЂњAnd so the First Under the Night asked them this: do you know how to kill a god?вЂќ