There are no offerings made by Kaz to the gods of this place. He hasn't followed the gods of his own world, he certainly isn't developing faith for the gods of this place. Whether the gods are real or merely worshipping beings larger and different than those around him, he holds honor for only two things. Loyalty and money.
He is there that day for something of much more important to him. Something he is only getting a taste of and not much else. At least not yet as the others that had a hand in their torture languish in a prison. For now though he will settle for a moment of witnessing the punishment given another for those acts and hope its enough revenge at the hands of another to sate the desire.
He's quiet and somber in all black on black, a shadow with a ghostly pale face and gloved hands tight against the brilliant gilded sheen of the crow's head on his cane. There is no reaction to the sacrifice. No words as blood flows and a pelt is severed from it's corpse.
A brow arches as the pelt is put about Josselyn's shoulders. He's watched heart renders do their work on another, but it's nothing like this. He shifts forward a bit, eyes narrowing as he takes in every scream, the way the body reforms beneath the skin. Around him some react to what what is going on, some turning away or commenting on what is happening. Kaz though is curious of the magic, if the chanting did this like the fire magic that Jesper taught him. Did that mean then it was something that could be learned, or a gift only to those that worshipped their gods?
Those thoughts are broken up by the shadow that falls over them, and the descent of vultures. His gaze lifts, a dark twitching of his lips that is nearly a smile. They might not be crows, but they are dregs in their own right, those that take what others would abandon in their foolishness. They're not crows but in a way they are cousins, and there's something about their appearance that brings Kaz a sense of reckoning in this that he hadn't had before.
The vultures will see the deed done, and those crows there will remember.
"Well that's one way of doing it," he murmurs. "I suspect if they put on that display back home, they might actually turn some away from crime."
Okay not him, but surely some.
Then it's done and they prepare what remains for the fire and Kaz still stays to see it through to the end. The time standing there takes its toll on his body, still feeling the ache from what he's been through though he's been assured he's healed. After all is burned, only then does he turn and head for the path back to his new home.
Divine Judgement
He is there that day for something of much more important to him. Something he is only getting a taste of and not much else. At least not yet as the others that had a hand in their torture languish in a prison. For now though he will settle for a moment of witnessing the punishment given another for those acts and hope its enough revenge at the hands of another to sate the desire.
He's quiet and somber in all black on black, a shadow with a ghostly pale face and gloved hands tight against the brilliant gilded sheen of the crow's head on his cane. There is no reaction to the sacrifice. No words as blood flows and a pelt is severed from it's corpse.
A brow arches as the pelt is put about Josselyn's shoulders. He's watched heart renders do their work on another, but it's nothing like this. He shifts forward a bit, eyes narrowing as he takes in every scream, the way the body reforms beneath the skin. Around him some react to what what is going on, some turning away or commenting on what is happening. Kaz though is curious of the magic, if the chanting did this like the fire magic that Jesper taught him. Did that mean then it was something that could be learned, or a gift only to those that worshipped their gods?
Those thoughts are broken up by the shadow that falls over them, and the descent of vultures. His gaze lifts, a dark twitching of his lips that is nearly a smile. They might not be crows, but they are dregs in their own right, those that take what others would abandon in their foolishness. They're not crows but in a way they are cousins, and there's something about their appearance that brings Kaz a sense of reckoning in this that he hadn't had before.
The vultures will see the deed done, and those crows there will remember.
"Well that's one way of doing it," he murmurs. "I suspect if they put on that display back home, they might actually turn some away from crime."
Okay not him, but surely some.
Then it's done and they prepare what remains for the fire and Kaz still stays to see it through to the end. The time standing there takes its toll on his body, still feeling the ache from what he's been through though he's been assured he's healed. After all is burned, only then does he turn and head for the path back to his new home.