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

The water god stood next to the fire as it ignited. The warmth from it was pleasing to him, as he had not even realized how cold he had been before. Perhaps it was the chill of death, as he had only just returned to this world. But then he also realized how hungry he was, but luckily for Trineon, Aureia had fashioned a stick roast out of some sticks and pieces of her umbrella. Trineon admired the ingenuity.

As the meat of the mystery creature roasted, Trineon glanced back up at the birds that had been circling above the gathered gods. But then they quickly dispersed, probably deciding that these divine beings were too much of a risk to attack. Satisfied that the scavengers had left, Trineon turned back to Flora, who Ashte had just placed on the forest floor, who had been aiming a bow at the birds before they left the area.

“You wouldn’t happen to know if any plants around here could be used for spices?” Trineon asked the flower priestess, “Even though I mostly eat fish, when I have had meat, we used some kind of spice.”

Moridax then grumbled about something as she roasted the meat. The death god once again impressed Trineon as she expertly cut up the meat. The water god would be the first to say he had no idea how to handle meat, only really slicing up sea life in his previous life. She then made a comment about adding fowl to the meal or use them as undead scouts. And once again Trineon felt weird around Moridax, as the whole raising the dead thing still made him uneasy.

But then something else made Trineon feel much more uneasy. A booming voice enveloped the group assembled around the fire, seemingly coming from every direction. It asked who, before recognizing them as divine beings. As it spoke, a feeling came over Trineon, a sense of familiarness. It was a kind of being that Trineon had come across before, a spirit of the world.

Trineon was surprised to find that such a being was still around. It had appeared that the gods he stood with were the only remaining powerful magical beings. But this spirit spoke again, asking why they had killed, why they were still here, and to tell Nakri, which seemed to be the spirit’s name.

“Are any of you familiar with this spirit, Nakri it said?” asked Trineon softly, before speaking louder, “Spirit of the forest, show yourself. We are just passing through these woods and required sustenance. Come, let us discuss this in person, eye to eye.”

Trineon looked around, unable to place where exactly this being was, that was even if he had a physical form. It was hard to tell with spirits what form they would take. So Trineon was prepared to see anything as he stood in front of Flora, hoping the spirit had no qualms with the young priestess.