“Too many, probably,” Astrid concedes, and she has to frown into the sky as she tries to remember the details both hers and not. The other pantheons hadn’t exactly been a part of her learning growing up, but her uncle was downright scholarly by Avvar standards, so he’d sometimes mentioned it.
“There’s the Mountain-Father, the Lady of the Skies, Hakkon Wintersbreath… those are the big three, though there’s the gods of small places like Uvolla of the Wending Wood, Rilla of the Fireside, Imhar the Clever. Loads others. The dwarves respect the Stone. You’ll mostly hear Andrastians going on about the Maker and Andraste. The elves have got their own, too, there’s tons of ’em; I only know Andruil cos she’s the Goddess of the Hunt.”
It had seemed wise to cover your bases, tip your hat to her as well to be on the safe side while out on the hunt.
“Sorry. I know it’s probably not like… relevant, to you, really.”
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“There’s the Mountain-Father, the Lady of the Skies, Hakkon Wintersbreath… those are the big three, though there’s the gods of small places like Uvolla of the Wending Wood, Rilla of the Fireside, Imhar the Clever. Loads others. The dwarves respect the Stone. You’ll mostly hear Andrastians going on about the Maker and Andraste. The elves have got their own, too, there’s tons of ’em; I only know Andruil cos she’s the Goddess of the Hunt.”
It had seemed wise to cover your bases, tip your hat to her as well to be on the safe side while out on the hunt.
“Sorry. I know it’s probably not like… relevant, to you, really.”