A failure, yes, but yours or hers I cannot say. Perhaps you worship the wrong God--anyone capable of levelling an entire city would make fine progress in mine Holy Temple.
[ she snorts even as she says it, because of course he is too soft and too good for her kind of worship, but it's a true point all the same. saverok would be salivating at the thought of an assassin like gale — he always does complain that orin takes too long with her kills.
she's not expecting a question back though, really. that's not how these things go — orin menaces, orin interrogates, prods and pokes and either she kills her victim or she releases her plaything off to scurry away for another day. she has already decided that this particular toy can live on a day longer at least, and she's still caught up imagining him in bhaal's temple and smirking at the thought like a very funny joke has just been made. so orin is caught off guard, just a little, when he levels a genuine question her way.
orin blinks, clearly confused, and then narrows her eyes, suspicious as she carefully steps through her answer. ]
He did. Orin the Red, I was named. Not Anchev for my mother or grandfather before me but red for the world I would help create. I wasn't always Chosen, but I was always His. Does that surprise you?
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[ she snorts even as she says it, because of course he is too soft and too good for her kind of worship, but it's a true point all the same. saverok would be salivating at the thought of an assassin like gale — he always does complain that orin takes too long with her kills.
she's not expecting a question back though, really. that's not how these things go — orin menaces, orin interrogates, prods and pokes and either she kills her victim or she releases her plaything off to scurry away for another day. she has already decided that this particular toy can live on a day longer at least, and she's still caught up imagining him in bhaal's temple and smirking at the thought like a very funny joke has just been made. so orin is caught off guard, just a little, when he levels a genuine question her way.
orin blinks, clearly confused, and then narrows her eyes, suspicious as she carefully steps through her answer. ]
He did. Orin the Red, I was named. Not Anchev for my mother or grandfather before me but red for the world I would help create. I wasn't always Chosen, but I was always His. Does that surprise you?