[ God considers this, very seriously. He weighs his options. Then he relents. ]
I can see I've been overruled. So: this one time, I shall try to swing a sword. Don't tell Harrow.
[ Harrow being the scrawny and dour skull-painted girl sometimes seen hovering a reverent half-step behind him. She has probably vanished today because of the board game, which is really her loss.
God moves his little vial of Beast blood, then picks up Ford's bloodstone dice— not with his hands, obviously, it's not often you get to use divine necromancy for game night parlor tricks and it's still funny— and promptly rolls a pair of 1s. He blinks down at his result, somewhere between amusement and despair. ]
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I can see I've been overruled. So: this one time, I shall try to swing a sword. Don't tell Harrow.
[ Harrow being the scrawny and dour skull-painted girl sometimes seen hovering a reverent half-step behind him. She has probably vanished today because of the board game, which is really her loss.
God moves his little vial of Beast blood, then picks up Ford's bloodstone dice— not with his hands, obviously, it's not often you get to use divine necromancy for game night parlor tricks and it's still funny— and promptly rolls a pair of 1s. He blinks down at his result, somewhere between amusement and despair. ]