Most gods have followers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way, but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something, but to be part of that is not unpleasant.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher, of course, no more than Irori would presume to call her His student. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
Most gods have followers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way... but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher, of course, no more than Irori would presume to call her His student. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
Most gods have followers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way... but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher, of course, no more than Irori would presume to call her His student. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
Most gods have followers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way... but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher, of course. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
Most gods have followers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way... but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
Most gods have followers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way... but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
Most gods have worshippers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way... but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
Most gods have worshippers. Asmodeus has slaves. Abadar has trade partners.
From the perspective of a monk named Derrina, she follows her own Way... but permitting herself to be steered by Irori often places her in situations where she learns something. Or, occasionally, somebody else learns something.
She would not presume to call Irori her teacher. At best He has been to Derrina something like a scrawled old treasure map that she occasionally follows another step.
Derrina is, for the most part, a barehanded martial artist, because that is what resonates the most with her, and most feels to her like she is becoming something better by progressing in it. Derrina did however once trouble herself to attend a wizard academy, after it had become clear to her that solving intellectual challenges on the level of spellcraft had become the next thing she believed she could not do. Over the years since, Derrina has made use of that to challenge monsters that might be too much for her fists alone, resorting to spells only when her fists failed her, and items only when her spells failed her. Now she is fifth-circle and can Teleport, and following her Map's hints has many times taken her to far places where she, or somebody, will learn something of value.
Derrina is, if you bother to ask, a first-circle cleric of Irori. It is enough for Him to watch her and enough for Him to steer her into learning opportunities, and neither of them desires for her to receive any more aid from Him than that. Eventually, if her Way proves true, Derrina will pray to Him one final time that He may sever their connection. Irori had no god when He ascended.
This is the first time that she has received from Irori a request, or any such clear vision at all, but it hardly requires much contemplation for Derrina to agree. Her relationship with Irori thus far has not been one where she feels that she has accumulated debt to Him; Irori has steered her well, many times, but it is not as if she never advanced His interests on those occasions. Yet the prospect of having truly served Irori, in some deed He could not do for Himself, is an exciting one; Derrina has many things she might ask of Him, if she had properly earned some reward by her own strength and His true need.
And besides that -
She is not at the point where she could say that she considers Irori to be something of a friend.
But she does want to get there, someday.
It is said that Osirion has no place for women like her and no concept of them. What of it? It will be a learning experience. Perhaps for her, and perhaps for them, but at any rate for somebody.
All that Derrina owns is about herself already, and she already has a Teleport prepared. It will not take her to Osirion, for there she has not yet been; but it will take her to a city large enough that she can purchase a Teleport from there to Osirion's capital of Sothis. As soon as she finishes recovering from receiving Irori's vision, Derrina will be ready to be on her Way.
Well. His Way, this time.
Derrina contemplates this a moment, and decides that if she was too strict about even that, it would be one more needless chain upon herself. There; she has already learned something.
