I visited Osbert again today. His jaw did not drop this time. Progress.
I asked him about the gods of this land. He was quiet for a moment. He told me not to ask this question outside of these walls. Then he spoke carefully, and kept his voice low.
There are many. Far more than I expected. Where Arborea’s pantheon is a family, fractious and violent and deeply connected, the gods of Faerûn feel more like a crowd. Domains overlap. Some have died and returned. Some have walked among mortals within living memory.
I asked how divine magic works here. He said he was not a faithful man himself, and could not speak from experience. But from what he had read, the power flows from the gods to their faithful directly. A priest with no god here should have nothing to draw from.
I did not tell him about Edvar’s wrist.
. . .- Yurian – God of Justice. Tyr? Torm?
- Shakan – God of Strength. Tempus? Kord?
- Velik – Goddess of Hunters. Mielikki?
- Kaia – Goddess of War. Tempus?
- Mystel – Goddess of Fate. Savras?
I do not know which of these gods answered me on Day 3. I do not know if any of them did.