Arialla frowned severely. "Nothing good ever comes of men making themselves gods ... I'm surprised the Old Gods only used a barrier. At home, our gods tend to annihilate anyone who grows even half so arrogant -- and then come up with inventive tortures for their afterlife."
Quanil had a good point, one she hadn't yet considered: calling out to Apollo might only earn her the wrath of this realm's gods. Surely they could not blame a lost soul for seeking to go home? But even as she thought that, Arialla knew that gods could blame whomever they liked for whatever they liked; who was going to demand justice from a god?
"I see. You're right; I doubt your gods would be pleased if Apollo transgressed their borders. Perhaps I will simply have to ask one of the Old Gods to send me home ... The Provost suggested as much."
Quanil had a good point, one she hadn't yet considered: calling out to Apollo might only earn her the wrath of this realm's gods. Surely they could not blame a lost soul for seeking to go home? But even as she thought that, Arialla knew that gods could blame whomever they liked for whatever they liked; who was going to demand justice from a god?
"I see. You're right; I doubt your gods would be pleased if Apollo transgressed their borders. Perhaps I will simply have to ask one of the Old Gods to send me home ... The Provost suggested as much."
