A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
"That is what my father told me," Oliver said in agreement.
"For Varsharn, I do not know. I do not know what the Yarmdon get from their Blessings. Nor do I really know what it is that I have received from Bohemothia – though I do know that my eyes have changed colour. They were not this pale a blue before," Verdant said.
Oliver let out a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding in, as he finally relaxed.
"Well, if it helps, I must say I'm quite jealous of both of you. I can't ever foresee myself receiving a Blessing from any of these Gods, nor the power that goes along with it… Nope, it's going to be a life of servitude for me. I think I'd at least make a fairly reputable clerk," Peter said, in an effort to relieve some of the built up tension.
"Verdant… Is it possible to receive a Blessing from more than one God? And if it is, could I receive one from Bohemothia?" Oliver asked.