(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

has always been a part of me. I can only surmise that my past lives and my
beliefs in this one have given me a special insight into mortal nature. I am
gifted with the ability to see a piece of the potential within every being. By
reading the true name graven on that mortal's very being, and by slightly
mispronouncing that word, I am able to change the nature of that potential,
thus changing the nature of its bearer."
"So... you can you change me?"
She nodded, "I can change you, but I cannot teach you - it is like teaching
color to a blind man, or sound to a deaf man. And I will change you, if the
price be right."
"What is the price?"
"Tell me. Do you truly subscribe to the philosophy of the Godsmen?"
"Yes."
"Then I feel no qualms in sharing my gift with you." She spoke an arcane
syllable, one that shook me to my very foundation. My soul flashed like fire,
beamed like the sun for a single moment. In a moment of pure ecstasy my
being rang like a glass struck by a silver spoon.
The world seemed different to my senses now, more open and crisp.
"Thank you, Sarossa. I wish you well."
~~~~~
For a couple of good weeks I worked at the Foundry, crafting one
masterwork after another. My palms grew hard and callused from
hammering at the forge. My body grew fitter and my already heavy
physique became ever more densely layered with muscle. Annah, normally
restless, didn't seem to mind watching me work occasionally. Dak'kon sat in
meditation in the austere quarters that had been set aside for us, and
Fall-From-Grace seemed content observe, supping on the experience of
what it meant to be a Godsman.
With the stipend I made selling my work, I was able to supply us with better
goods, and even picked up a minor Godsman relic. Through it all Morte
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