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[Iratze][/center]

Iratze gazed over her fellow gods with concern. She rose from the couch, floating to Amos. 

[color=magenta]"Amos... I... I admit that I did not speak to Brontes himself. I spoke with Amare, and then only briefly. Amare is not the most... mature nor eloquent among us... They expressed a desire to speak further."[/color] She touched his shoulder gently, it reminded her of her time in the war with Amos. 

[color=magenta]"There is certainly more to learn about his motives? I mean... Why trap us [i]with[/i] the humans in order to protect them from us? He also speaks of peace. He may have something he is willing to give us to make up for what was lost." [/color]

She then turned to Seatus. He was one of the gods of the earth. The look on his face reminded Iratze that this curse had effected the gods of earth as much as it had the gods cast out of Heaven. It had changed everything. It had changed the lives of the gods and the course of human history.

She thought about the humans then. Had they gained so much from Brontes curse? They built civilization, they lived, they struggled, sometimes they struggled so hard, and they died. Then they went to the underworld. If they wished to thank Brontes for the favor of his curse, only Brontes would know. For the gods nor even Iratze could reach the underworld to discern the truth. 

Brontes had all the cards.

She frowned. [color=magenta]"I do not mean to interject so... It is only that I have carried many messages throughout time and [i]this[/i] one that I have brought to you all is sadly sparse and vague. I, of course, will bring back whatever message you wish. It might be an answer, but might also be a question? We could ask for a gift or a sign of good will?"[/color]