It was not Naren's character to spread rumours, but here it seemed he had little choice but to repeat what he had heard on his travels. It was not to be unexpected, in far-off corners of the world like this, but regardless- did none of these people ever travel even to the local city?
"I am not here for fear-mongering," he warned, making sure that this was first understood, before he would continue. "However, I will repeat what I know. Do not take it as sacred word, because all I have heard has been only from others repeating the speeches of those before them."
The elf sighed, then began. "The most reliable source I heard was that the Shrine of Jackroth has been destroyed. By whom, I am not sure... Only that it has been raized in fire and left as ashes. There are no priests or servants to be seen- the remnants were discovered by a group of pilgrims reaching their journey's end." It had been a sight, so said the rumours, although Naren assumed that the ruins would have changed already since their discovery. Bodies buried, ash swept away, tokens of grief left by mourners of the god and those who guarded the shrine.
Stunned silence from the villagers reigned for a moment, before shrieking broke out from- whom Naren assumed- zealous worshippers of Jackroth.
"It cannot be!"
"I am not here for fear-mongering," he warned, making sure that this was first understood, before he would continue. "However, I will repeat what I know. Do not take it as sacred word, because all I have heard has been only from others repeating the speeches of those before them."
The elf sighed, then began. "The most reliable source I heard was that the Shrine of Jackroth has been destroyed. By whom, I am not sure... Only that it has been raized in fire and left as ashes. There are no priests or servants to be seen- the remnants were discovered by a group of pilgrims reaching their journey's end." It had been a sight, so said the rumours, although Naren assumed that the ruins would have changed already since their discovery. Bodies buried, ash swept away, tokens of grief left by mourners of the god and those who guarded the shrine.
Stunned silence from the villagers reigned for a moment, before shrieking broke out from- whom Naren assumed- zealous worshippers of Jackroth.
"It cannot be!"
