A Thought On Zealotry

You know thinking back on this time in my life I went from one zealot to another. Usually I'm at odds with those who believe in gods will or power.  I guess because I think of myself a god to an extent (I mean I have killed two of them don't mean to blow my own horn but TOOOOOOT! That's the sound of a horn just saying), so following those who just blindly accept their god's will? Yeah screw that noise.

But there I was moving from a devotee of the fire god, to a Marked one who followed a nebulous branch of several hundred gods. I was the play thing of the people I should have been opposing! I tell you its almost like I don't have any set amount of principals and just let the road take me wherever. But thats clearly clearly not true at all, ever...

So anyway the city of the brother we had visited in the country of Tizan was really wonderful. The people of the west have a way to ride the winds (granted them by of course their wind god) and so I could see people moving freely between these huge structures as part of daily life. The building themself were very ornate stone work and were really fantastical, it was like stepping into a weird dream, and such a change of pace from the broken down reconstruction of The Guard, and the belching smoke of Ronerawth. I almost forgot we were there for stupid reasons, but it was hard to ignore with the wide path The Marked One was given (no one spit on him, I would come to find out he didn't do large cities like this one, this was handeled by a local marked one).

We approached a large building that could only denote the seat of government and I saw the reason we were there immeadiately, hanging outside the palace were banners with the mark of the Red Hand.  It was a bit jarring, back in the lands of the Guard that would be a death sentence, but here we were in another country and they were on proud display. With them I could also see troops practicing under the banner their armor similarly adorned. The Red Hand was here, and they were planning on going to war. And it was up to me to stop them, you know no pressure.