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What was that about new gods?

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"Eh, y'know. Wait, I guess y'don't. Maybe yeh are one of those weird backwater Seakins after all? Anyway. Gods make a world, gods wreck a world, seakin survive by retreatin' backwater, toward the Wellspring, things eventually stop dying up top once Praeter runs dry of things good at dyin'. Gods know well enough they fucked up, and apologise to the Empress personal and agree to leave the only unfucked bit of the world alone."

She looks at you, probably staring at a stray Tackergule seed stuck to your teeth. "This is preeetty basic stuff."

"Ok, yeah, no,"

"Shut up! So some new gods show uppins one day, y'know, Wootz, lady Rem - you gotta know Rem if you're from backwater-ways - and the old guard just... vanishes. New buggers keep poppin' up, and every other pissy critter with some divinity to flaunt's j's has t'have a bunch of worshippers to feel worth somethin'."

"They've got rules or somethin' amongst 'emselves, nottaway those rules say a damn about leavin' us lot well alone. Heck, yeh'r probable some fresh beast o' theirs, no figgerin' what yeh deal is yet or who even made yeh. Five flatters yeh'r LamPrey's leavin's if yeh're wakin' up in the Gulespoor, yeh poor bastard. Good thing yeh've got me, huh?"

Pepperstrelle bounds ahead before you can answer, or clarify, or anything much really. It's actually gotten brighter as you've walked, and what you thought was a westward path toward a presumed setting sun is bringing you closer to some kind of settlement. On the left side of the boardwalk, intermittent wooden structures clump around trees, far off your path with no clear access.

"Thattaway's Roosteries, brightest fake sun in Sonneratia! We en't goin' there justaways, though." The merfolk executes a clean dive off the boardwalk, cruising a good fifty metres like a weird, frilly, textile manta before surfacing.

"My palace is nearest these boardways! If yeh've really no fins t'speak of, well, I en't carrying you. Hurry up, weirdo!"
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>Yeah, nah