There was quite an uproar over what Bal had done, and we are sort of annoyed at it all. Watching what that dungeon had done in such a short time and already having been so very handicapped at the start. It was something amazing, even if we had to shift things to better help them with what they wanted. A dungeon that doesn’t kill is novel but not unheard of, but a dungeon so infused with mana from the afterlife choosing to not kill is something special. We can only remember one other that was like that, but she is long since shattered since that church took over most dungeon issues. Astra was in agreement with us as she was very much a close friend of Bal but also because she was of the curious varity. If we had to guess it was due to how many there where that she wasn’t a goddess of knowledge with how much she wanted to know.
“You seem annoyed Mortis” A fellow god of the dead speaks to me as the two of us hold council and we have to stop the many chuckles within ourselves before we speak.
“There is much for me to be annoyed at dear Anara, but nothing for you to have to worry about.” The other gods, even those of death, where rather concerned about how we refereed to ourselves, it was their nature. There stands few as strong as us in the nature of death and so we try to give them comfort.
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“Indeed, I hear Bal is being pressured by every god save a few to rescind his blessing, and his refusal.” Anara shakes their head, and a cacophony of ringing and jingling is heard from the bangles they are adorned with. “The fact that such a minor god of the scales has both made the move and refused all orders is sending ripples. I fear the very agreement that founded the divine compact is at risk by the wrath.”
We sigh at that, every god is so short sided, there where so many who where vying for such a strange dungeon, ourselves included. However seeing what Bal did, and when he did it, we could not and cannot fault him for his actions. It is the perfect blessing for a nascent dungeon with such a profound soul to survive the chaos to come.
“Do you think that the other gods of this conclave of death are angry” We speak, trying to contain the many voices that try to speak at once, and mostly succeeding from how minor the wince is from Anara.
“Yes, there are many who would See Bal thrown out of the Compact and the dungeon sanctioned from any death mana.”
We tilt the singular skull we have chosen to wear this day at Anara, such an intense reaction, and to sanction a dungeon for it. Indeed it seems we have let our own house become rather messy it seems, but there was so little to grab our interest and rekindle our hope. Now though, we have those we respect in danger, and a dungeon to help nurture with those other divine being.
“I believe it is time to call a meeting between all those who call the house of the dead their domain” The fear that flashes in Anara’s eyes tells us they know exactly what is to happen at this meeting. It is nothing to us, let them fear in fact, it makes it easier.
