>>FROM:@AEGONNER

[northerndragon]

Tell me about your gods.

If you don't have that kind of faith, then tell me what else you believe in. There must be something.

And if not that, tell me what you think of when you know a battle is coming.

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[northerndragon]

There's a god of death where I come from, but only in the southron faith — I'm a Northman. They call death The Stranger. It's not really a man or a woman, and they don't pray to it much. Bad luck.

The Raven Queen sounds a bit like their Mother, but they think all gods are really faces of the same god.

What was the god your friend met like? Who was he?

[tommygunned]

a lot of ppl think shes bad luck but she helped me out a lot so i think shes a babe
shes kind of motherly tho now that you mention it

i didnt see him myself but his names pan and hes like a nature hippie god basically
the opposite of rq

[northerndragon]

I'm going to guess from what you've said that a douche is someone who's unkind. What's hippie? Something to do with the forest?

[He doesn't address the idea of a goddess of death being motherly any further, just now: there is peace in death, he knows, just like there's peace in a dreamless sleep, but no comfort like he imagines people would find in a mother's care... if they've ever had it. And he's never believed in the Faith's Mother anyway.]

[tommygunned]

like. granola?
shit if you dont know douche you probably dont know granola
yes something to do w the forest, its somebody who believes in the power of nature and hugging trees and leaving no trace etc

not bad but kinda dorky

you havent said anything about the gods YOU believe in btw

[northerndragon]

The Old Gods. Where I come from, we have the Old Gods and the new. Some people also hold to the Drowned God, and some people hold to the Lord of Light.

It's hard to talk about the Old Gods. They don't have names or faces or clergy, or even very many rules. Respect the Godswood and the heart tree, keep to your vows, don't lie. Don't kill the innocent, don't steal. They're part of the land itself, every tree and rock and river. But they watch from the heart trees. It's said that they know us by watching us.

Not the same as your hippie granola, but maybe a little like your Pan. I don't know how forgiving they are,
though.