[ Brickston loves to exposition and drop lore. Knowledge is meant to be shared, and the weirder, darker, and more forbidden—the better. ]
Ten or so big ones. [ His fingers drum around the edge of his tea cup and lift as he names a few off. ]
Thulmadar, Crowned in Iron. Ilganea, The Baleful Orphan. Irgon, The Endless Descent, also known as Kellos, god of seas and water and storms, etcetera. All modern cults get a bit fanatical and misguided about them and refer to them by their own names like The Deep One, and such. [ He laughs softly, ] You know how cults are. [ ...which threatens to become awkward as he reconsiders mid-chortle perhaps not everyone knows how cults are. His delightful nameless tea companion seems well educated enough, however! Maybe he does have Iowanian cults and gods? Maybe a not so fallen Corn God to explain such prolific harvests? ]
Where are my manners [ He extends a hand. ] —Brickston Bartholomew Penderyn, by the way.
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Ten or so big ones. [ His fingers drum around the edge of his tea cup and lift as he names a few off. ]
Thulmadar, Crowned in Iron. Ilganea, The Baleful Orphan. Irgon, The Endless Descent, also known as Kellos, god of seas and water and storms, etcetera. All modern cults get a bit fanatical and misguided about them and refer to them by their own names like The Deep One, and such. [ He laughs softly, ] You know how cults are. [ ...which threatens to become awkward as he reconsiders mid-chortle perhaps not everyone knows how cults are. His delightful nameless tea companion seems well educated enough, however! Maybe he does have Iowanian cults and gods? Maybe a not so fallen Corn God to explain such prolific harvests? ]
Where are my manners [ He extends a hand. ] —Brickston Bartholomew Penderyn, by the way.