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some completely normal non suspicious mortals and their crate of apples
When the consequences of your actions come to haunt you..
Got the idea for this after seeing this video on TikTok, which immediately made me think "This looks like a nightmare one of the Bishops would have."
I'm in awe of how well each god's attitude toward Aeor reflects their divine domains.
Emhira, the matron of Ravens, sees no reason not to bring the city down. Death is inevitable. The Raven Queen does not quarrel with resurrection, and she does not quarrel with killing, because all souls come to her, sooner or later - what's a few decades more or less? What's the point of risking herself and the family she's joined, the order she's created, for the sake of postponing death?
Ayden, the Dawnfather, is the god of light and life and growing things. Those druid levels aren't for show; he's the god of agriculture. He looks at Aeor and sees that a harvest may yet come from barren ground. It's not in his nature to tear out roots; it's his nature to help things grow. You can't heal everything. You always have to try.
Silaha, the Arch Heart, looks at Aeor and sees its beauty. It's full of magic. Silaha is not opposed to destroying Aeor, because beauty never lasts: a flower dies, a spell fades, a shining tower falls. But neither is he convinced that Aeor has to die, because beauty is something to be treasured and cherished. Let's relax, let's get a drink, let's think this through. Beauty is wonderful, whether it lasts or not.
Asha, the Wildmother, wants to survive, because that is what wild things do. Predators kill to eat, and prey kills to defend itself. Aeor has backed her into a corner, and her fangs are bared. Nature is death as well as life, nature is brutal, nature endures at all costs. Civilisation no longer speaks to her. She's hungry. She's angry. Her teeth are looking for a throat, ready to tear, ready to protect what is hers.
Trist, the Everlight, hears talk of death and says no. The Everlight, who has let herself fall in love with a mortal and have mortal children, even knowing how much it's all going to hurt. Whose nature is to see the worth in broken things, violent things, irredeemable things. Who looks at the cruelty of Aeor and does not deny it, but will not let anyone forget that everyone here is a person. The bravest of all of them, to look at Aeor and say this, too, is worth saving.
just sisters being sisters
I can't stop thinking about how close Asmodeus (Imri), Pelor (Aru), and Sarenrae (Luz) clearly were before coming to Exandria or perhaps even before the Schism. Imri asking Aru if they are starting a new game and running off down the staircase to be the first one there; Aru and Luz following behind. Luz asking where Imri is when she reaches the ship. Luz and Imri remaining standing as the ship moves through chaos. Imri saying "I'm something, I'm not everything, but I'm something. I love you." and Luz immedialty responding with "I love you." Imri creating a wall and being burned at the front of the ship to protect the rest of his friends while Luz keeps him alive by hugging him. The three of them were clearly a close trio in Tengar; in an infinite place they stayed close to each other.
And now this trio has become fractured in such a painful way. Sarenrae believing that Asmodeus can be redeemed, that their friendship could return, and Asmodeus betraying that faith and trust, killing nearly all of her followers. Amodeus mockingly comparing Zerxus to Pelor. Asmodeus, in his mortal form, becoming a priest of Pelor to as an insult to his brother. Pelor, in his mortal form, becoming a cleric to Saranrae to stick up for his sister.
And now the three of them, tentatively allies, on a mission together. I cannot wait to watch more of this broken trio's dynamic unfold.
Trist ||| Sarenrae the Everlight
From Critical Role C3EP99
I believe these are the respected Gods in Downfall?😬