Your Gods Are Dicks

"Wait explain this to me." I say this a lot, I swear it'll be on the tombstone I'll never have.

"I already told you, I asked my gods for assistance and you were delivered to me." We were eating, the shorties despite being cannibals (is it really cannibals being that they eat people taller and better than them? Seems more like parasites, BOOM IN YOUR FACE SHORTIES!) cooked vegetables really well. I couldn't exactly identify what the plants were, but they were delicious. Siara was the lady in the armor, she was very religious though I could not tell which religion she believed in other than some concept of "Gods" it wasn't like she was interested in giving me an entire run down on her belief system despite me asking several times for that exactly.

"Your gods not only brought me here, but told you specifically I'd be coming?" It seemed a little outlandish, coming from me you know how crazy that must seem!

"Yes they did, they told me to expect Trezlan Lorentino a scholar, you are indeed Trezlan Lorentino correct?"

"Yes I am."

"And you are a scholar?"

"Sure lets go with that." I like to think of my self as a master of lore, a loremaster as it were, but scholar sounds lofty enough for my ego.

"Then you are who the gods delivered to me, you'll help me deciper the doorway." The "doorway" as she called it was a rather large monument in the middle of the island that supposedly lead to a place of evil that had to be blah blah blah, basically she needed me to open a stupid door and she didn't understand the language, so she asked her gods for help and they crashed my boat into this island so I could do just that (because they are dicks).  The doorway was the reason the shorties (also ship wreck survivors of the distant past, though they were slaves) spoke so many weird languages. The door was written in several languages, and so the barely intelligent little bastards had cribbed their language from it. Which would have been really interesting to study if they weren't shorties (because honestly who cares about the language habits of shorties? NO ONE NO ONE CARES!)

So yes I was delivered to an island in the middle of the ocean to open a door to a place of evil, because no matter who the gods are, they are complete dick holes. Especially to me. At least you get to read this journal, I HAVE TO LIVE THIS GARBAGE!!!