ProbablyATurnip Sorry the chapters late, I don't want to think about how many rewrites and thousands of words it's been for me to have something I'm at least a little happy with. Still can't edit and rewrite forever or the rest of the story will never happen so I'll hopefully have a few extra chapters up this week maybe we'll see fingers crossed. Hope you all enjoy the weekend!
He stood outside of a large gate, poles with snake-like statues coiled around them guarding the entrance to the trial he and Thera were about to face.
He was a little worried, he definitely could have tried to prepare more for what he was about to face, but he got tunnel vision at the thought of completing his previous job quicker. At least if things went wrong he’d get some experience from all the praying he’d do. Still he didn’t regret it; well, for the most part. If there was one thing he regretted it was Theras staves. He had completed two new ones for her right before he'd gotten his two level-ups to his crafting, and as with every level up he could immediately see where he could have improved. The fact that she was walking in there with such inferior products ate at him, even if it would have meant working through the day again without any rest.
Myriad lamented.
Wait, what do you mean? Why wouldn't it be able to exist in our realm?
Seriously? Does that mean if a mortal made anything powerful enough it would end up with the gods?
Survival was always in the plans, don't you worry. I'll be holding you to this.
ProbablyATurnip Sorry the chapters late, I don't want to think about how many rewrites and thousands of words it's been for me to have something I'm at least a little happy with. Still can't edit and rewrite forever or the rest of the story will never happen so I'll hopefully have a few extra chapters up this week maybe we'll see fingers crossed. Hope you all enjoy the weekend!
He stood outside of a large gate, poles with snake-like statues coiled around them guarding the entrance to the trial he and Thera were about to face.
He was a little worried, he definitely could have tried to prepare more for what he was about to face, but he got tunnel vision at the thought of completing his previous job quicker. At least if things went wrong he’d get some experience from all the praying he’d do. Still he didn’t regret it; well, for the most part. If there was one thing he regretted it was Theras staves. He had completed two new ones for her right before he'd gotten his two level-ups to his crafting, and as with every level up he could immediately see where he could have improved. The fact that she was walking in there with such inferior products ate at him, even if it would have meant working through the day again without any rest.
Myriad lamented.
Wait, what do you mean? Why wouldn't it be able to exist in our realm?
Seriously? Does that mean if a mortal made anything powerful enough it would end up with the gods?
Survival was always in the plans, don't you worry. I'll be holding you to this.
