Role

Chapter 4

and mental prowess. Apparently anyone seen as a deckhand or stowaway of the
Goddess's crew was seen as such. Faeghn understood that all energy and effort
he had put towards making a name and image for himself would be negated as
soon as he took an image that associated himself with these ridiculously
absurd individuals. He began to doubt the storm's power then, and though he
knew it was the right path for his life to take, though he knew by riding the
storm to its fullest he would inspire those around him with his life, he
didn't want to risk lumping himself into the category of these other
worshippers. He went back to life as normal, paying silent tribute to the
Goddess.

Faeghn may have walked away from the storm, but apparently the storm wasn't
finished with Faeghn. Faeghn was so focused on bringing his war to mages and
grumbling at the sight of storm worshippers that he failed to notice the
mysterious appearance of silver tankards of ale over the course of a few
weeks. It was on one particularly grueling and tiresome battle against a
giant komodo dragon, one where Faeghn refused to admit he was overmatched and
waited for an opportunity to present itself that might lead to the dragons
demise, when his heart felt full of the inspiriation of past memories and
nearly burst with the prideful feeling. From the thunder and lightning
associated with the feeling he knew he had gained the attention of the
Goddess once more. He set out at once to her ship, and with a great
hesitation explained the revelations he had about her worshippers. He had to
admit to himself that when alone with the Captain of the vessel and Goddess
of the storms, he enjoyed the time and took wisdom from the conversation. But
as he gazed around the ship, and thought about an eternity of sailing from
one misadventure to the other with the deckhands and crewmates he would take
in..he knew he wouldn't be in her favor for long because he would have to cut
all of them down to be content with the afterlife. The Goddess explained
something that made sense to him, though. If he wanted others to worship and
do the storm justice, the best way was to lead by example. Faeghn agreed then
to attempt this task, as long as he wasnt lumped in with the others to lose
the respect of his fellows. He thought he had explained his dillema enough,
but as soon as someone sniggered at him and called him a 'Stowaway' he got
irate. He said some things that mortals shouldn't say to a Goddess, and was
struck multiple times with lightning. Although it was great pain, he was glad
to see that she was willing to be furious and let her rage spill forth. He
felt that if this became a habit she wouldn't have to worry about soft
followers. And yet at the same time, he felt the Goddess didn't understand
his dillema, and that he would rather pay silent tribute to the storm in his
own way than waste her time with constant belligerence and end up cursed