[ After choosing to settle himself within Zenith's power, moving to Highstorm and establishing himself as a Shard-bearer there, he finds that The Beyond is the place he feels most comfortable. He cannot remain there for long periods of time, not because he has any unique duties that keep him from it, but because he is invested in keeping an eye on Highstorm. On ensuring the other Zenite Shard-bearers understand that certain behaviors are not acceptable, even if their leader has promised an unlimited degree of freedom — it has bred cruelty into the population, allowed apathy to spread among the Shard-bearers. Allowed them to accept themselves as expendable.
The Beyond is solace for him, trailing through the dense foliage with silent feet. Clever and nimble and deeply skilled despite the strangeness of the terrain; he is used to the frozen tundras of Icewind Dale, the gloom of the Underdark, the endless trails and roads of the Sword Coast, the deep forests of Faerûn are both like and unlike this area, which reminds him strongly of an above-ground Underdark. And amidst all the cool temperatures, the blast of humidity and dampness he finds among the flora are startlingly unique. He feels something unlike Zenith's calming energy there, something gilt-gold and hot, feeling more like Meridian has found a foothold in a place it should not be.
There is,
an incredible structure built into the woods. One of the temples that the Meridian-aligned gods have come to inhabit, he has heard. At his side, the prowling, sleek length of Guenhwyvar comes to balance herself at his shoulder, dipping her massive head below his dark hand as he looks up, up into the heights of the beautiful temple. Easy, my friend, he urges her, voice so warm and sweet on the great panther ( relieved, at his core, that he could save her above all — ), before he calls out and up. ]
Is this the seat of the god called Quetzalcoatl, or is this the one belonging to Set?
action,,,, time for advice!
The Beyond is solace for him, trailing through the dense foliage with silent feet. Clever and nimble and deeply skilled despite the strangeness of the terrain; he is used to the frozen tundras of Icewind Dale, the gloom of the Underdark, the endless trails and roads of the Sword Coast, the deep forests of Faerûn are both like and unlike this area, which reminds him strongly of an above-ground Underdark. And amidst all the cool temperatures, the blast of humidity and dampness he finds among the flora are startlingly unique. He feels something unlike Zenith's calming energy there, something gilt-gold and hot, feeling more like Meridian has found a foothold in a place it should not be.
There is,
an incredible structure built into the woods. One of the temples that the Meridian-aligned gods have come to inhabit, he has heard. At his side, the prowling, sleek length of Guenhwyvar comes to balance herself at his shoulder, dipping her massive head below his dark hand as he looks up, up into the heights of the beautiful temple. Easy, my friend, he urges her, voice so warm and sweet on the great panther ( relieved, at his core, that he could save her above all — ), before he calls out and up. ]
Is this the seat of the god called Quetzalcoatl, or is this the one belonging to Set?
[ He's hoping it's Quetzalcoatl's, honestly. ]