[b]Trineon
Lord of Rivers, Lakes, and Oceans[/b]

The young girl barely managed to say her name, Flora. A cute name for a cute girl, though it was a little on the nose if this girl was the Flower Priestess those soldiers had mentioned. But what her true identity didn’t matter to Trineon as much as her welfare. Unlike O’Menus, Trineon had no interest in torturing the surviving soldier.

However, the torture did seem to be working as the soldier regained consciousness before spouting a bunch of things. He dared to call Gods heretics? And we would burn for it? The vengeful side of Trineon, the side he tried to hide, came to focus. A scowl formed on Trineon’s face as he stood up. Trineon remembered in that instance that one of the duty of the Gods was to punish wicked mortals. So he walked over to soldier, anger simmering just under his young visage.

Before he could do anything, O’Menus pulled the blade out of the mortal’s ankle. He made a pained sound as the blood began to pour out of his wound. Trineon was of the mind that they should let the soldier bleed out, a slow death for one who dared threaten the Gods. As Trineon turned away from the suffering mortal, out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the corpses begin to move.

Trineon took a few steps backward, as goo dripped out of the body. Necromancy had always upset Trineon as he viewed it as going against nature, so the sight of the dead rising put him on edge. For a second Trineon wondered if there had been a necromancer among their attackers, but everyone who they had fought now laid on the ground. As Trineon looked at the floor, he saw a blade there. Picking it up, he raised it toward the moving corpse.

What Trineon didn’t expect was for the corpse to remove its helmet, revealing the face of a beautiful girl. This gave him pause, as did the fact that she recognized Alasayana. However there was no recognition in the Goddess’s eyes as she asked the corpse what it was.

Trineon gripped his blade tighter as he realized that it didn’t matter what kind of creature it was. A walking corpse was a walking corpse. It needed to be defeated.

“I don’t know why you have risen from the dead, foul creature. But you are in the presence of Gods, Gods who will not abide an abomination,” Trineon stated with resolve.

With his blade still pointed at the corpse, Trineon began to walk toward it, his gaze like a razor blade slicing through the undead thing.