"So.." We were waiting at the docks, the world had been made right again and The Marked One had seen fit to see me off (I believe it was more was instructed to make sure I was gone but you know I like my way better).
"Why didn't my sword kill my brother?" I had gotten some trinkets to sell in my store, I also had a psuedo promise from my companion that the lands of the west can't keep themselves closed off forever, so they have to start regularly trading with people (people of course being me, exclusivity!)
"Yes, swords no matter who is behind them normally work on people no matter who they believe." Its a common sense belief rooted in reality, so rare for me to have.
"The sword," He withdrew the blade and caused a couple gasps from the dock workers and other passengers awaiting boarding on the ship, "Is an extension of the power I wield, it is no more a regular weapon than your magic." He demonstrated this by changing it into claws and then back to the sword before putting it away.
"Do all Marked Men have that ability?" He chuckled.
"No, this is my burden, a gift from the gods to keep the work going."
"I'm still lost on why you went from leading the army to kill the gods to being their servant, and why some kind of being of justice, why not like the guy who has to clean up shit everyday?" If I were a god and someone tried to kill me that would be my punishment for them, shit cleaner upper forever guy, so anyone who wishes to tempt fate, go ahead and mess with not yet a god but working on it Trezlan Lorentino.
"My sentence has to do with my crime, I tried to kill the Gods and I succeeded in killing one, the god of justice." And suddenly everything made sense, the harsh punishments, the conversions, the power. This poor bastard had ruined justice in these lands and now had to be that god himself.
"Wow thats, wow."
"Yeah its forgotten now that he is gone as I and those like me keep the belief alive, it is thought eventually a new god of justice will once again be in power, but until then the Marked Ones will continue our pursuit of doing whats best for this land."
"Quite the responsibility."
"Its a hard road to walk, but I do not walk it alone even though it feels I do, good bye Trezlan Lorentino, next time you decide to visit make sure to do it legally." And with that the Marked One turned around and left me on the docks with my bags of trinkets. I'd like to say I never saw him again, but I did, but not in the lands of the west... That is of course another story, that I'm sure I'll tell you eventually, probably. Maybe? Look I can't tell you everything, I've done crimes I don't want records of!
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