for he who is my brother.
Your curiosity is troublesome. You are a wizard, a scholar, a delver into pasts and futures. This I understand, as I have been all these things and more.
Curiosity is an odd thing. It is a bright path surrounded by brambles.
For now, I will watch you entertain yourself as you toy with so much talk of the How and the Where. These are the questions most easily answered, but they will be the least satisfying.
The events of Red Mountain happened so long ago. What has Lord Vivec told you about that day? Did he wrap it in riddles, give you an array of possible pasts all leading to the same inevitable future? That is his way.
Almalexia would tell the story best, I think. She of us all was the closest to Nerevar. Lover. Counsel. General. And she of us all wears the mantle of a god most proudly. She has walked among the people and learned their frailties. Learned them well.
Men of god? Gods of men? Which should you fear most?
Still I watch.
I watch. I wonder. I build. I tear down.
Am I a god? A surely as any are.
Gods have forever to measure their words. Mortals only moments to hear them.
Is the Lord Vivec a god? As surely as I am.
Vivec is a poet. Trust not the words of a poet, as he is born to seduce. Yet for poetry to sieze the heart, it must ring with the chimes of truth.
Is the Lady Almalexia a god? As surely as is Lord Vivec.
Almalexia is a warrior. Beware the warrior, as her steel may not distinguish friend from foe. But in a true hand, a sharp blade may carve history.
Again you ask, am I a god?
I am Sotha Sil. I am the Mage. I am the Clockmaker.
I am Sotha Sil.
I watch. I wonder. I build. I tear down.