Draiss considers his options quickly, actually freezing time for a few seconds to better explore the possibilities, before shrugging, and returning time to the normal flow, being careful to resume the same position before doing so. He shakes his head, and recounts a few of his minor adventures, before he became a god, starting with, "Well, I am not a local, and to be terribly frank, not even too sure where I am, in relation to my home. My most recent adventure involved a maralith, and her attempt to activate some glyph, that would have opened a permanent portal to one of the levels of the Abyss or Hell, I can never remember which is which.<br/><br/>But any way, myself and several others, who either died in the attempt, or I was separated from, penetrated her undead horde, and tried to kill her. I saw tried, because last I saw, the paladins of Polonius, a god of Protection and Justice (custom regional god from homeworld), all three of them, were trying to hold her back, while myself, the cleric to Bahamut, and a thief with some experience with magic attempted to undo the glyph. We had been ten strong before the attempt, but had lost four trying to get to the keep where she had established her base. The fight had been vicious, and as the maralith finally managed to break through, her hordes also finally arrived in the room, cutting off any chance of escape. The cleric attempted to hold back the undead with her god's light, while I tried to undo the glyph. An arrow hit my shoulder half way through, and the magic got away from me. There was a wrenching feeling in my gut, the world went grey, I felt heat and cold, and woke up about a year ago about a day from the Keep."<br/><br/>He shrugged, and then smiled, saying, "So, would anyone like to call me a liar?"