The gods have followed

Jp with Lucian, Omni and Bandorchu

The Ozainae witch didn’t bother acknowledging Voah’s thanks… she sighed and went back to the others, questioning the situation. *~ So much for that… ~*

“I suppose we don’t have long now before we are found out here too.”

“Yeah. Needless to say, with the war on, neither of us is going to be very welcome here…”

Alexis agreed, sitting back down.

Voah gave a bitter chuckle, “I was never welcome here. And will never be welcome back in Ostiarium... or back home…”

She looked deep into the fire.

“The God of War has promised his justice upon me… when next we meet. No one is safe with me.

Alexis blinked.

“Excuse me. WHAT?”

She arched her brow and took a deep inhalation to prepare for the anecdote.

“Yes, the Silent Gods are genuine… And unless I have gone completely insane, which I admit is entirely possible after Ypogeios, I had a revelation of Vastad in the Desert of Skulls. He told me that the Flock and the army had a victory on the plains allowing the Pillars a foothold in Arcadia.”

She swallowed.

Alexis slowly exhaled.

“You know, I am not gonna deny not too long ago, I would have attested something like that to a really bad sunstroke. But…”

The mercenary’s eyes were drawn back to the inscriptions on the wall.

“… I believe you.”

Their thoughts of Silina possibly selling them out rubbed Tarmen the wrong way.

“If we are found, it won’t be from her. She got more honor than most.”

He then gave a deep sigh at Voah’s testimony. Not only were they being driven insane by the gods, apparently they would now be fighting them? As insane as Alexis attested to it sounding, there was no denying it was pretty on theme.
It only raised one question for Tarmen though.

“Does that mean Zin is against us as well?”

“Against us? What do you mean?”

Alexis stood and walked over to a particular part of the drawings. Ziarae’s entrapment. Pondering what consequences it had carried.

“… I’d assume they might be more concerned with the local gods than specific mortals.”

“I mean more in general. As either outright outcasts of the Empire or plannin’ on it, I doubt their Pillars will be so gracious to deserters such as us.”

It was a thought that honestly disturbed Tarmen. It was one thing when the gods were more ethereal and distant, facing mortal enemies. The thought of being against some manifestation of Zin… and one that would see him as a heretic…

This did answer the question of what he had been witness to after nearly dying. It had been a silly hallucination and nothing more.