Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Soliael Devin Talith stood within the Hall of Knowledge, Neth the Keepers chosen home. The Hall took on a rather simple appearance, one that suited the god well. It was a massive library that seemed to stretch on for all eternity. One could take a turn at the end of one hall of books and find another hall that looked just the same. The Library seemed to stretched for an eternity, every time you turned a corner, another hall of books stood in your way.
Yet it was nearly impossible to get lost. The Library itself seemed to contain some knowledge of what a person that entered what. It led and guided them to where they wanted to go, showing them the way in some mystical path.
It was a strange spell, the work of Sith magic.
Neth the Keeper stood deep within the hall, a small piece of tree bark splayed out before him upon a large desk. A pair of tweezers was in one hand and a small stone device in the other. He wore no mask but instead had on a long flowing cloak, his face constantly obscured by some mystic spell. The God did not move, but simply studied the tree before him.
He waited, as if he knew that someone was coming.
Yet it was nearly impossible to get lost. The Library itself seemed to contain some knowledge of what a person that entered what. It led and guided them to where they wanted to go, showing them the way in some mystical path.
It was a strange spell, the work of Sith magic.
Neth the Keeper stood deep within the hall, a small piece of tree bark splayed out before him upon a large desk. A pair of tweezers was in one hand and a small stone device in the other. He wore no mask but instead had on a long flowing cloak, his face constantly obscured by some mystic spell. The God did not move, but simply studied the tree before him.
He waited, as if he knew that someone was coming.