On the topic of the gods

Stool not see this argument 1hand until now. Stool confused at Travance people.

Why separate the Misters and Misses?

Maiden once tell me of Mister V. She was lost in sewer many year ago. She call on Mister V to light way through dark. Mister V guard Maiden, but one day Maiden not call on Mister V in time. Maiden get attack, and dark glaze over Maiden eyes. Maiden angry with Mister V. But Mister V Good people, he keep help Maiden for many months, through Maiden big-belly months. Many months until Stool come along. Then Stool come. And Maiden keep calling to Mister V... But she lose way. Maiden forget Mister V way to live. Mister V forsake Maiden as she forsake Him, and she curse him.

Then Maiden lost again. Maiden forget Mister V. Maiden forget Light. Maiden forget Maiden. Maiden remember Hag. Maiden become Hag. Hag thrive in Dark...

One day, Hag tell Stool about Mister M. Now Hag call on Mister M to guide through dark. Mister M guide many through dark. Mister M guide Stool, too. Stool tell other Lost Kin about Mister M, and he bring stable to kin. Kin scream at other Kin, but Kin love Kin. Kin love sewer.

Stool Kin live peace in sewer until Desecrators come break wall. Kin now slaughtered. Stool friends. Stool enemies. Stool family. Stool angry with Desecrators, come to Travance to find and kill. Stool bring friends Polyp, Mushroom Man, and Beans, fearless leader.

Stool find good people in Travance. Duncan, holy man. Grim Brick. Caldor, good furry man. Thalia, Inn lady. Argyle, savage man. Mom Gwynedd. All people want help Stool and Polyp find desecrators and bring them "justice," what you call.

Stool and Polyp not able go back sewer anymore, but thank friend for offer help. Stool cry many day now. Travance people let more Desecrator attack sewer, kill Kin. Stool not understand.

If Travance like Mister V, and Sewer like Mister M, what difference? Travance and Kin both like Misters, and both Misters guide Travance and Kin through dark. We not fight. We just lost in dark, it make no difference how we get throw.

Mister V kind. Mister M kind. Other Misters and Misses also kind. All in own ways. It depend on what Kin need. Mister V not good for Stool. Mister M not good for Caldor furry man. But Mister M good for Stool when he need help. Misses Guy good for Caldor, too, when he need help.

Kin just need find what Kin need. When Kin find need, Kin find Mister or Misses who help with need. It not about Light and Dark, Good, Evil. Bad people in Travance call on any and all Misters and Misses. Good people in Travance call on any and all Misters and Misses.

Stool not stand for Desecrators attack home anymore, just because Kin call on Mister M. Stool glad Gunnar Medicine Man also agree. And Stool hope Travance people agree too, and keep help Stool find Desecrators who break Stool and Polyp home.

Stool cook feast for Travance. Stool help tend "refugee". Stool take bath for Travance! Stool not even know what bath is! Now Travance help Stool?

Thank you for your words stool.

When I first came to Travance, I didn't know much of the gods. I knew what my tribe elder, Ajahn-Rah had preached to us-- that there was Goodness and Light in even the most hardened of hearts. We did not worship gods. We worshipped Light and Love. We fed and clothed weary travelers who passed by our tiny village called Mer'ri. We sang with them, told stories. It was a simple but exquisite life.

I left after a devastating event that destroyed my tribe from the inside out. They forgot the teachings of Ajahn-Rah. But I did not. I wanted to spread those teachings to others who would listen, before it was too late and his wisdom disappeared like ashes in the wind.

In Travance I found those who needed that sort of hope and love and light. Yet... time and time again the Gods, dark and light, found ways to punish me for it. There were even those in the church of Light who actively opposed Angeliana and myself for trying to redeem two of the town's darkest clergy. Still, I didn't stop, because I owed it to Ajahn-Rah, who died to save my mother's life.

In that time I have learned that the Gods can be cruel and fickle. They can create entire scenarios to trick you toy with your emotions. They can kiss your hand and forgive you one moment and the very next, kick you to the ground and punish you for some mysterious offense, leaving you broken, confused and wondering what you did. They can ignore a HARBINGER OF FEAR LIVING IN YOUR SOUL while it eats away at you, one fear at a time. They can rip away the power they give their most devout with a thought, and then fill someone completely unsuspecting with divine power so raw that it nearly kills them. They judge us, oh yes. Do They EVER judge us! But who judges Them when They so thoughtlessly torture Their obedient subjects who comply without question; the ones who rise like beaten dogs after these cruelties to lick the hand that wields the stick?


It is, of course, your choice to give yourself to a God. This is only my personal experience with Them. But from my own experiences, I am wary of Them for I have seen more of Their cruelties than Their benevolence. However, the LEAST They and Their followers can do is band together to keep the world from being unmade. They sort of need it.

When next we have the chance to cross paths let us sit down for a while and talk. I may be able to help you with some of this.

This one would speak with you, little one.
About Gods.
About Punishment.
About... Knowledge.

Seek this one out should you wish to converse on these matters.
This one promises you shall have nothing ripped away, save maybe some outdated notions.

-I'Angtincya Sarko

Dear Swyft,

Do you need a hug? I can give you a hug.

-Midori Suarez,
Daughter of Mercy