The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Lux]

"How can you be sure?" Lux counters. "That's an awfully big risk for something that doesn't cost much."

[GamesMaster]

"Who wants to hang out with clerics for all eternity?" she counters. "Snotty cunts never did nothin' for me."

[Lux]

"More'n clerics in the afterlife," Lux replies with a snort. "And besides, there's clerics and then there's clerics." 

[GamesMaster]

"Can you imagine me pal'in around with Bastion? Great poncy git. Or worse, Vangal? Astea?"

[Lux]

"Ciren? Teris? Valshathe maybe, if you want some more contentment focused."

[GamesMaster]

"I ain't never been a farmer. I'm a whore, but only cause I have to be. I don't have any freedom."

[Lux]

"Valshathe isn't only about farming, Ciren isn't just fucking," Lux explains. "And gods can be about what you wish for, not just what you have."

[GamesMaster]

"Is there a god of Brush?"

[Lux]

Lux frowns a little. "I mean... technically, I think that's Uryll? Plants and such fall under Her," he muses. "But drugs are a mortal thing, the gods care more about why you're taking them."

[GamesMaster]

"Because in case you didn't notice, the world is shit."

[Lux]

"Uh, that's Tessline I think," Lux says with a soft cough. "Try flipping it around-- what do you want out of life? What does the brush do?"

[GamesMaster]

"It makes things less shit," she says, tail twitching as she finishes her scone. "It makes everything soft and beautiful."

[Lux]

"Soft and beautiful," Lux repeats. "How so?"

[GamesMaster]

"I wish you could hear it. The music. It makes a soft filter over the harsh light of day, and there's music, beautiful music, resonating with every breath I take and every pulse of my heart," croons Brianne, her eyes half-closed. "I wish you could hear."

[Lux]

"Why not find music in this world?" Lux asks, voice pitched low and unobtrusive.