"Yes, Anhur could do it." Lathander also thought this Valkur was probably the Mulhorandi war god who had become famous for protecting a fleet against the Sahuagin.
Because of the Mulhorandi Pantheon's traditions, even someone chosen by the god-king had to fight a battle recognized by enough people before he could be named a war god.
Anhur had chosen a glorious battle against the Sahuagin, one that ended in their total annihilation.
Ten thousand years ago, the Sahuagin had been at their most rampant, stirring up turmoil at sea across several worlds at once. Otherwise, Sekolah would never have risen to Intermediate Divine Power on the strength of the Sahuagin alone... No one on Toril would worship him for plunder, hunting, and tyranny.
"Then it makes sense that Sekolah would be interested in the Path of Fate," Shar said coolly. "He and Anhur have always been friendly. If Anhur thought there was something to gain, he'd never miss the chance to join in."
"That victory?" Lathander caught on at once.
"Tch. When more than a thousand of Umberlee's Sharkheads showed up at once, even Anhur probably couldn't have wiped them all out without a single person getting hurt.
"Yet the thousands of people aboard those slave ships, slaves included, faced Sahuagin that could easily slaughter the same number of Sharkheads—and not one of them even got a scratch!" Shar gave a contemptuous laugh. "Mulhorand does love its impressive-looking performances."
"Thanks to Sharess?" Selûne asked, tilting her head. "She always seems to know everything."
"So Kelemvor guessed there was something wrong with Valkur too?" Lathander watched the burly man swinging a long scythe across the great screen, looking baffled. "Is that why he's been so rough with him... Tch, he kicked the crocodile-head his way too.
"Hm?
"The crocodile and the