Funny things, dreams. A form of your subconscious given visual reality. And also, the only time it seemed like Gods ever wanted to communicate directly. Instead of doing something that makes sense, like communing with you when you are at a place of worship to that God, they instead wait until you are asleep.
Marcus had one such night. Waking up after a brutal dream, he felt far more exhausted than he was when he awoke. He distinctly remembered what had kept him awake: The sensation of two rival Gods trying to get his attention, like an annoying, inconvenient person repeatedly and persistently hammering on your front door. Strangely, with each knock he felt like he experienced something new, like a memory he did not recall from his life.
One knock brought with it the comforting, calming feeling he had felt in the gateway where he met Elciya the day before. The other carried the cold, hostile feeling of Caleveh and he assumed other elementals of Yar-Anar.
