"Quite. Often with a 'fall from grace' tale that speaks of a paradise to be regained if only one is humble and praises their God enough." Even the lizardfolk had a similar story, though Ifrit's part in it tended to mean a lot of burning if things weren't done exactly right. As legacies go, it could be worse.
The Ishgardians were nearly as bad, but they did have their well armed clergy keeping them in line..
There's a faint tapping sound, like a nail or claw against a tabletop. "Mind you, if such a thing is a possibility, running off into the wild dark yonder to attempt to extend a flower of peace to such historical foes will likely have such an audacious attempt taken out of your hide. Centuries of conflict are rarely swiftly forgotten.. by either side." Even if it's possible to try to find out the truth of these demons, doing so may well end in horrible death.
Lahabrea absolutely would try it anyway if only to soothe his curiosity; he's certain they could do nothing to him. But a mere mortal? Up against spiritual beings who could in theory shape the world around them? No, that's a contest that could only end one way for the faun.
"...As for we Ascians. Mortals may wish to hunt us, but we are as above them as you are a housecat. The pet might think itself a great predator, and scratch and bite, but its chances of even doing temporary harm is negligible." Infections aside. "They might as well swing a sword at the morning fog or shake a fist at the moon for all it does them. If they could... oh, mayhap someone would grow bold enough and dare bare fangs at what many would call gods."
Oh, Myr would get possessed and no mistake were he to naively try such a thing, and he meets Lahabrea's warning with a wry laugh. It's enough to snap him out of his momentary melancholy, at least. "Truly, messere; if there's another truth behind the spirits we don't know, it's likely one I'd be better off finding through other sources than the principles himself."
Too bad he can't read anymore!!
There's a rustle of foliage and a hush of cloth on cloth as he gets up and feels his way to the next patch of squashes that require harvesting. Some creature makes a querulous noise in the background. "Maker's breath." Openly said, this time. "Are there any of those folk from your own world here--the sort who'd fight if given the chance?"
Is Lahabrea in imminent danger of getting murdered for what he had been now that he's not?
...And then, not because he doesn't know the answer but because he wants to see how his assumptions line up with what Lahabrea would say: "And for what reason?"
"Good. Stars know how often mortals get killed from merely indulging curiosity. You're a fragile lot, haring off begging trouble isn't wise." At least Myr did seem to understand that on some level! And yet here he is speaking to an Ascian. Certainly he doesn't really understand the true implications of that, or what Ascians actually did, but that was neither here nor there.
He'd learn eventually, likely.
There's another faint tap. "No." The answer is immediate and certain. Irhya's worthless, and hardly a threat. "Those who would try to fight us are inevitably fed lengthy tales about our evil and how it will bring ruin to the world. Which is absolute nonsense, but when you hear such nonsense from childhood's hour you're oft not terribly inclined to listen to words contrary to your careful education." He sounds disgusted. Destroy the world? Hardly! They were dedicated to saving it!
"..Ah, but being sidetracked - where do things stand now, between your Maker and all else? Where does this lead?"
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The Ishgardians were nearly as bad, but they did have their well armed clergy keeping them in line..
There's a faint tapping sound, like a nail or claw against a tabletop. "Mind you, if such a thing is a possibility, running off into the wild dark yonder to attempt to extend a flower of peace to such historical foes will likely have such an audacious attempt taken out of your hide. Centuries of conflict are rarely swiftly forgotten.. by either side." Even if it's possible to try to find out the truth of these demons, doing so may well end in horrible death.
Lahabrea absolutely would try it anyway if only to soothe his curiosity; he's certain they could do nothing to him. But a mere mortal? Up against spiritual beings who could in theory shape the world around them? No, that's a contest that could only end one way for the faun.
"...As for we Ascians. Mortals may wish to hunt us, but we are as above them as you are a housecat. The pet might think itself a great predator, and scratch and bite, but its chances of even doing temporary harm is negligible." Infections aside. "They might as well swing a sword at the morning fog or shake a fist at the moon for all it does them. If they could... oh, mayhap someone would grow bold enough and dare bare fangs at what many would call gods."
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Too bad he can't read anymore!!
There's a rustle of foliage and a hush of cloth on cloth as he gets up and feels his way to the next patch of squashes that require harvesting. Some creature makes a querulous noise in the background. "Maker's breath." Openly said, this time. "Are there any of those folk from your own world here--the sort who'd fight if given the chance?"
Is Lahabrea in imminent danger of getting murdered for what he had been now that he's not?
...And then, not because he doesn't know the answer but because he wants to see how his assumptions line up with what Lahabrea would say: "And for what reason?"
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He'd learn eventually, likely.
There's another faint tap. "No." The answer is immediate and certain. Irhya's worthless, and hardly a threat. "Those who would try to fight us are inevitably fed lengthy tales about our evil and how it will bring ruin to the world. Which is absolute nonsense, but when you hear such nonsense from childhood's hour you're oft not terribly inclined to listen to words contrary to your careful education." He sounds disgusted. Destroy the world? Hardly! They were dedicated to saving it!
"..Ah, but being sidetracked - where do things stand now, between your Maker and all else? Where does this lead?"