Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170804144241/@comment-24736819-20170811032714

"Hmm, I do see.", Bhàs replied, finally ceasing to devour the delicious delicacies on the table.

He took a deep breath and chose his words carefully as he was speaking to a God and despite its statement of being different from other Gods, Sangiin did threatened to torture his soul if the proposal wasn't accepted... so how different could he possibly be from the several angry Gods of the multiple Pantheons.

"Still, I feel like there is something more into it. You are not the God of Order of your Pantheon, so why would you seek it? Ultimately, you are the God of Death...some would even say 'Secretive Murderer'. It just doesn't make any sense, so if you could come clean to me it would be great because I am not about to cross the people who cared for me my entire life, no matter what you say my name is or what I have done.", he tried to sound respectful, but some of the bits could have seemed a bit harsh.

Carden had gotten used to that nauseous scenery that his father's neverending library stood upon, but still he found it all too monochromatic for his taste. At first, he sought the books on Khajiit Pantheon that could help him open a portal or teleport there.

After gathering the titles that he deemed to be the most helpful ones, he went to his own personal library within his father's library. There he kept the diaries, poems, books and register for whatever he wrote. There were only a handful of books on Reachmen deities and their offspring, because those lunatics were very secretive with their meddling in the mortal realm.