(the god of war. this comes as some degree of surprise to voryn. the quality of his stare becomes momentarily vacant as though deep in thought or study until the bottom lids of his eyes twitch until his expression becomes narrow and hard.)

My despair is immense and felt at all times, though I am not weak enough in my mind to allow it to control my actions. But I do not need to explain this to a god, (voryn says. the word contains an edge and that edge is his hatred of gods.

his only solace is that this is not a god of his realm. at the very least, this is not a god of his realm that he knows or one that has fiddled with his life as though it were a trinket of little value. while he imagines that a god of war is one more straightforward with intentions than a god of mischief, this does not make him unwary or arrogant; through his whispers with lorkhan's heart, nonlinear and maddening, he has learned not to put his faith in higher powers.

this is the way of the sixth house, the secular house of the chimer.

standing now and removing his touch, he waits for a determined route and pace, head full of questions.)

With respect, Lord Set, I ask you something that will disturb me if left unanswered. Did you not have the power to save your own realm?