"Why was that thing in Bane's hands?" Selûne cried furiously... The Toril gods flung away by that damned scepter generally ended up on her moon.
The Moon Maiden found that deeply upsetting... especially since annoying pests like Amaunator and Mask might show up too.
Just thinking about it made Selûne feel as if her moon had been dirtied.
"Why is your focus always so strange?" Shar stared fixedly at the scepter. "To the gods of Toril, whoever holds that scepter becomes a public enemy!
No wonder those people were certain Tempus would show up.
That fellow's luck... the Scepter of the Sorcerer-King had only been used six times in total, and he accounted for two of them."
Lathander blinked. "But... doesn't that scepter only target gods with Earthly Divine Kingdoms?
Didn't we all move to the Outlands? And if it comes down to luck... Bane should be first in line, right? Not to mention Tempus! He built that Gods' Playground Valley!
How amusing! He played himself into misery, didn't he?
Anyway, it won't be me getting unlucky. I actually rather like that thing."
"It didn't matter before, but now... the moment that thing appears, Beshaba and Tymora will both 'bless' you, won't they?" Selûne said bluntly.
"Whatever those two do won't matter." Lathander silently collapsed onto the ground. "Before Taiji faded away, she gave me an eternal blessing.
That was a blessing from the River of Fate. As long as Tymora and Beshaba do not wish to die, they cannot change that reality.
They... can at most cause my followers some bad luck in minor matters. They won't have any effect on my Chosen.
If I dared lay hands on luck and misfortune, naturally I would have something to rely on. Besides... why are they unwilling to merge into one?