Guilt Puppy
First Post
Fendric: Kyrr relays your question, and Kentaro shakes his head. His speaker relays the reply (speaking, peculiarly, in the first person): "There may be a deity who believes in living, but such a deity would want no worship. It may answer your question, though, to say that I sleep in the spirit of Atsheh, the giant bear."
He will take your pack to look through, though, and any others which are offered.
Raven: Kentaro replies directly.
"I do not need their aid... What I know is that they suck away the living of my people, and others beyond these mountains. I don't know how -- I don't believe they know, either. I can tell you my vision, which is all I know. I don't think the city elf would understand that it is important. Perhaps you will.
In my vision, a hand of white birds fly to shore from the ocean, over land, over cities, over wild lands... But in amongst their feathers they had allowed seeds to become lodged, as is the way of birds, and as they flew, these seeds, a hand of seeds, would fall to earth... Wherever they landed, they would not grow, but would pull inward, would swallow the life around them. What grew was a death which is unlike death, a death which comes from no life. It spread through cities and through wildlands, and the birds continued to fly, as is the way of birds, as they will do. The vision ends as they come to the foot of these mountains: This is where I meet them. I know them from the vision. The sense I get from them is strong and unmistakable, like a scent. I know their presence as I would know the presence of my father: These men are the birds.
I do not know how I will stop them, but I will stop them. Do you understand why? I do not desire to hurt them... Can you help me?"
He will take your pack to look through, though, and any others which are offered.
Raven: Kentaro replies directly.
"I do not need their aid... What I know is that they suck away the living of my people, and others beyond these mountains. I don't know how -- I don't believe they know, either. I can tell you my vision, which is all I know. I don't think the city elf would understand that it is important. Perhaps you will.
In my vision, a hand of white birds fly to shore from the ocean, over land, over cities, over wild lands... But in amongst their feathers they had allowed seeds to become lodged, as is the way of birds, and as they flew, these seeds, a hand of seeds, would fall to earth... Wherever they landed, they would not grow, but would pull inward, would swallow the life around them. What grew was a death which is unlike death, a death which comes from no life. It spread through cities and through wildlands, and the birds continued to fly, as is the way of birds, as they will do. The vision ends as they come to the foot of these mountains: This is where I meet them. I know them from the vision. The sense I get from them is strong and unmistakable, like a scent. I know their presence as I would know the presence of my father: These men are the birds.
I do not know how I will stop them, but I will stop them. Do you understand why? I do not desire to hurt them... Can you help me?"