Gods in the Lianreida - Part 4 of 15
“Name yourself, human, and state
your business in the Lianreida.”
Larias smiled and took two steps
towards her. He was so swift and light the leaves beneath his boots did not
have time to crumble. The woman reacted as he expected—she loosed the arrow. He
stopped within arm’s reach of her, his smile growing wider as the arrow struck
him in the chest and exploded in a myriad of splinter-sharp shards.
As she drew a third arrow from her
quiver and nocked it, he spoke.
“My name is Larias, son of Kanort.
I am the god of problem-solving and invention.”
As if to prove his point, he held
out his arm revealing the serpent now coiled along its length. He was glad he
had thought to shield it from the second missile’s remains. With its
bronze-colored hide and the silver arrowhead marking the center of its skull,
it had become something beautiful. The woman recoiled, regarding him warily.
“You don’t look like a god.”
“And you are no more human than
those at Saran’s Watch.”
She conceded this with an upward
twitch of her lips, and dropped the spell concealing her elven form.
“I am not. I returned from human
lands this morning. Prove to me that you are the god you claim to be, and not
merely a mage with the gift of illusion, and I might let you live.”
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