Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
Sparks lit the darkness as Valentia rammed her sword into the ancient stone walls to deface a symbol of Namthar. Her wings brushed the roof of the corridor sending stray icicles crashing to the ground. Gritgoz felt sure that she was doing this deliberately to force him to dodge the falling shards of ice. She also seemed to be taking a petty pleasure in keeping to an awkward pace just above his comfortable walking speed, forcing the goblin to pant out his questions and then race forward to hear the answers.
“Weaknesses? None in particular that I know of. When the other two bound Kossus they used the harpoons that still pin him to the dirt. Have you seen them? There might be something in them which hurts your Gods.
When the two fought Moros never left his moon. I don’t know if he was afraid of his brother or his followers. I don’t recall anything unusual about the weapons of their voidtouched armies… But toward the end of those wars Namthar was hurt badly.”
“Sneak onto the Moons? Not that I know of. But the warmachines and the armies came down and then went back up. If you wanted to sneak in then perhaps you could cling to one of the behemoths. Assuming you could get close enough and live.
Your heroes tried the direct approach, flying straight up carried by their Gemstone dragon allies. Have you ever seen one of those die? If was like watching hope itself fall from the sky…
But only the first few died battering against that shield. Those dragons who were later in the assault came back with all kinds of theories and observations. For a time it seemed that every mage in Vaul was trying to find a way through that protection. Maybe one of them found a way? The Gemstones who survived certainly spent enough time whining about it for the following centuries. Even if your churches burned all those writings, the dragons will remember.”
“Namthar… His moon still hangs in the sky? Certainly he still doles out his favour to those fools who beg hard enough. But after the Harvest ended I never saw him incarnate. Your best bet might be an Archbishop. If he kills your friends maybe you can ask the one below before he crushes your skull.”
“As for Kossus, I can’t speak to his mind. But in my experience, a long period of captivity is made bearable by hate and thoughts of revenge. Speaking of which, can you hear them above? Wailing and puling for Namthar to save them?
Let us go forth and share the truth little goblin. Let us tell them that you have killed their bishops and slain their warriors. They deserve to know that their Gods have returned to scour them from the face of the earth.”
With a massive beat of her wings Valentia surged out of the temple doorway and into the night sky to preach the truth.