Gorr did not care about the Frog God's feelings, but there was something only this frog could do for him. So, between godslayings, he was more than willing to tell his story and shatter the other's faith.
He glanced at the slaves carrying The Monolith in the distance and continued.
"When I was little, my mother took me to pray at an altar. We offered up our last bit of food, a Cave Fruit. She told me we had to do it, that the gods would bless us. And what happened? We were attacked by sand wolves right then. My mother fed herself to them, buying me time to escape while the beasts tore into her and drank her blood."
"I returned to the Horde and grew up amid hunger and suffering. I married one of my people, and then what? After my wife and I brought offerings to the gods at a mountaintop altar, a sudden landslide sent her plunging off a cliff to her death. A moment earlier, she had still been reciting the gods' names, hoping we could live happily and safely."
"At the time, I still wanted to live, to live like my people did. Even if life was harder, at least I had a son. I still had hope. But during the next sacrifice to the gods, the chieftain once again offered all our food to them, and my son starved to death."
"I had had enough. I told them the gods would not bless us, that we should rely on ourselves to find a new way of living and change the world with our own strength. But they called me a heretic, a filthy cursed man. They drove me out with stones and cast me into the wilderness to die."
"In such a harsh