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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/1/2016 5:37:39 PM
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"Bah. Not if I couldn't get through that defense."
Stian rubs his eyes and stretches. His grunts and generally complains about his age again.
"Did I gain entry to a warm bed? I could use a little rest"
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"Feel free to come in. But to stay, I'll have to speak with the lieutenants
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"Good. Should I hang out in the front entrance or wherever?" He pulled out a small Norse cross from around his neck and fiddled with it. He hardly seemed aware he was. "As long as I get a place to rest I should be fine. I place to stay for a good deal to train, however"
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"Come on in. I'll give you a room while you wait."
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"Alright. Thank you, Nora" Stian started to head back to the Dojo. He looked behind him and motioned with his free hand. "Come on now, daylight is always burning"
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[b]Nora follows in suit [/b]
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As they approach the Dojo, Stian speaks. "You called me a mythologist earlier. If you do not practice the path of the gods, then what do you practice?"
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"Define gods."
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Stian was quiet for a while before answering. "Gods... Still mortal but not on a level we could understand. They were beings that possessed undefined abilities that tied in naturally with the forces that control and shape our world. In my shortest answer, I have no clue what they are. But, from what I have read and seen, many are honorable and have a great deal to teach. That is my definition. Being that seemingly defy the laws set in place by man with knowledge and abilities that we could not dream of"
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[b]Nora scoffs [/b] "Honorable."
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Stian stops fiddling with his cross and grasps it tightly. "Yes. Honorable. To be filled with honor. No other beings were able to consistently hold that trait so dearly."
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"Not exactly the word I'd use."
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"Then please, enlighten me"
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"Forgetful. Careless. Selfish."
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Stian stopped walking and had a white-knuckle grip on his cross. "What would make you think that they would gain these titles? Such is a grave accusation"
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"Perhaps the ones you know of. The ones you believe in, are good and just." [b]Nora turns, staring at him [/b] "But ones I have known. Are liars. With the occasional honest one." "Manus. Father of the Abyss. Cared for power." "Gwyn? What did he do? Sent someone else to kill Manus."
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"This is why they are still mortal. Still human, in a sense. This is why I do not worship but I follow. A God is infallible, but a leader is. That is to be understood. Surely there must have been something they have done to gain some amount of respect from someone"
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[b]She turns entering the dojo [/b] "Then there was the psycho ex god Mortar. Royal's DOUCHE of a father. Let's not forget ex god shadow."
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"I have met Mortar... And I can tell you. Extraordinary being or not, he is not a god"
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"He was. Very long ago."
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"I have met a god. Briefly. And it was something that truly men can only dream of. There was power, more than I had ever seen. For a short while I thought I was on par with one of these beings. But after that meeting... I realized how small we are"
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"Which one?"
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"Tyr, God of justice and law. Aside from my personal thoughts, he was truly something to behold. Unrestricted power. He radiated energy like a star. Mortar had none of this"
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"As I said. It was a while ago."
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"Regardless, power like that grants more than just likelihood to win in battle. It comes with a presence. An aura. Even if the power is lost the aura is not. I felt nothing like that near Mortar. I felt... Nothing. Even the tiniest seed has a breathe. A soul. But not Mortar. It was as if he wasn't there. No imprint on the world..."
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"Maybe because he was Undead. And now he's literally dead." [b]She sighs as she stops outside a door [/b] "Here we are. I'll speak with the lieutenants for you."
