[ Ranni watches the fruit fall the soil, and contemplates whether or not she should give her name.
In the Lands Between, such a thing had been dangerous. She had killed her godly body and shed her old godly life to be rid of the corruption that came with it, the order imposed by the Greater Will, inflexible. She had possessed the body of this doll, fashioned after her heretic mentor, and had started calling herself by another name. She had not wanted anybody to know that she, the Dark Moon, the Lunar Princess, had lived.
But she has achieved her goal. There is no Golden Order to stop her now. She had ascended to godhood to provide a fairer order the world. Do the Lands Between know her name know? She knows not. It was her intent that they specifically should not worship her.
But here she is, in an entirely different land. A fractured reality. Should it matter if anybody knows who she is? Should it matter if anybody knows what she is? ]
You may call me Ranni. I am but a witch, from a faraway place known as the Lands Between.
[ A mixed truth, then. Her true name, but not her true nature. She knows little about this place or its people; she wishes to hold her identity in reserve. Underestimation is a great tool, especially from other gods. ]
Where are thou from, Forsaken? A similarily faraway land?
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In the Lands Between, such a thing had been dangerous. She had killed her godly body and shed her old godly life to be rid of the corruption that came with it, the order imposed by the Greater Will, inflexible. She had possessed the body of this doll, fashioned after her heretic mentor, and had started calling herself by another name. She had not wanted anybody to know that she, the Dark Moon, the Lunar Princess, had lived.
But she has achieved her goal. There is no Golden Order to stop her now. She had ascended to godhood to provide a fairer order the world. Do the Lands Between know her name know? She knows not. It was her intent that they specifically should not worship her.
But here she is, in an entirely different land. A fractured reality. Should it matter if anybody knows who she is? Should it matter if anybody knows what she is? ]
You may call me Ranni.
I am but a witch,
from a faraway place known as the Lands Between.
[ A mixed truth, then. Her true name, but not her true nature. She knows little about this place or its people; she wishes to hold her identity in reserve. Underestimation is a great tool, especially from other gods. ]
Where are thou from, Forsaken?
A similarily faraway land?