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[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella looks at the bottle, then Detlas, then Jonathan. "I do not drink as well--I avoid all mind-affecting things." Stella's meandering gaze makes its way to Sormias. "I do not worship the Silver Flame. I suppose I worship the Sovereign Host, although I focus on Dol Arrah--the Sovereign of sacrifice and diplomacy--as well as Aureon--the Sovereign of knowledge and logic." She glances at Detlas's handbook.

[Bill Chompski]

It's cover-down so Stella can't see what it is, but it's a relatively small book, although the word count on any given page marks it as pretty dense.
He flips a page to reveal a full illustration of several models of axes, and a diagram with an open helmet and anvil. It seems to be about smithing tools of war.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

"There is merit in the concept of monotheism, but your world likely works differently than ours." Stella seems to be unoffended, but she's also not representative of most people's emotions.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[zomara0292]

“I worship the great dragon, and Semuanya. One out of respect, the other out of nessecity.” Atil said as he accepted a bottle and stored it away for later, in case the need for more food arises.

[Cynicalwhovian]

"I suppose that, if that is what you are solely concerned about, such a course of action makes sense."

[Weirdsound]

"My father worshiped The Silver Flame, but my mother worshiped The Sovereign Host. The entire Sovereign host." Hel-Shredder adds darkly as he accepts the bottle offered to him by Brother Jonathan. There was little point hiding it now. As long as he was able to keep any discussion of dark six worship focused on his too-dead-to-persecute mother.

"I'm not religious in any way, shape, or form myself." He continues as he works the bottle open, "Among many other reasons, I guess I feel that I'd be dishonoring one of my parents if I chose one faith over the other."

The bottle pops open, and the Hobgoblin promptly chugs about a quarter of it in a single go. "...I know a lot about religion though. I can tell all the wonderful and horrible stories that a priest of any faith praticed in Sharn might known. Fascinating stuff! Got into the study because religious archives are the best places to read about the fiendish and undead entities a Wizard is expected to understand... but I have this bad habit of going a bit overboard when I try something new!"

[retromach]

Kayto nearly chuckled, though his reasons were perhaps inscrutable to all but Shredder.

Chevash brought a molten pot of cheese to the table, along with a variety of breads. He sat down at the table, and rubbed his hands together, chuckling to himself as he stirred the cheese with a miniature baguette, dipping it deep before rolling it slowly over his plate.

"Do you suppose the extraterrestrial elves shelter against the Dark Six today?" Cylia d'Sivis asked no one in particular in her usual refined accent. "Only, it's an odd question. This holiday traces it's roots to a schism in the faiths of Khorvaire. I attended a social anthropology lecture at Morgrave which suggested that the Dark Six were originally a separate pantheon from the Sovereigns which had been ordered unified under church authorities shortly after the conquest of the Dhakaani Goblinoid Empire. Racial and political tensions between Galifar and the conquered Dhakaani led to a series of rebellions and attacks by clerics of the Dark Six, leading to the schism, and for some decades after the ban, followers of the Dark Six took this traditional holy period as a time of rage, leading the rest of our peoples to shelter for protection over this period, and to liven the occasion with a feast, ironically appropriating the original Goblinoid holiday."

She lifted her glass, pausing. "And yet, what if the elves do not? What if the great battle between good and evil is not universal, but merely local to one continent of one particular world? When we cross the stars, do we truly travel beyond the reach of the gods?" She inquired, opening the floor for a discussion on history and theology to mark the holiday in her usual erudite way. She sipped her wine - a sparkling white with a cherry at the bottom.

[Bill Chompski]

Detlas's focus doesn't leave his handbook or relatively plain meal, either not noticing the broad question, or choosing to ignore Cylia.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder considers the question for a moment, as he dunks a pumpernickel roll into the pot of cheese and formulates an answer. "...My money is on no. Sorimas comes from somewhere else, and she didn't seem to have any knowledge of our gods or religion when she arrived. Even if people on other worlds did worship the same gods that Ebberon does, they wouldn't have the same holidays. We measure time by how Ebberon moves around its sun; Unless all worlds move in the exact same way, it may not be possible to synchronize calendar events between them in a meaningful orderly way."

The Hobgoblin then takes a long swig of wine, and reconsiders his opinion. "But Brother Jonathan can call upon the Silver Flame, even on other worlds... So perhaps the reach and interest of a divine force is determined by the geographical distribution of its followers."

[retromach]

Cylia d'Sivis wore a sharply-cut red robe over a matching bodysuit - traditional gnomish holiday attire. She replied to Hel-Shredder Rippedspleens. "I attended a debate once between a theology professor and an arcaneer with a similar hypothesis. Only, it does not account for creation. If the limit of a god's ambition is where presently they have followers, how did any such followers come into being? And, for our purposes, why did the Sovereigns not introduce themselves to exotic worlds?"

"For all that the gods seem to fight over us, there seem to be whole worlds where they could once again create life. And yet, they do not. Some attachment must connect them with Eberron, for better or ill. Perhaps it is only mortal practitioners of divine magic that are unbound by such constraint?"

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder is wearing the light green suit jacket that he had purchased after the first voyage to attend the the party at the art museum with Sorimas. He considers Cylia's counterpoint for a moment before speaking again. "I find the idea that mortals alone would be unbound by divine rules and mechanics to be un-intuitive and awkward - even heretical if I were a Hobgoblin of faith. The gods are so much bigger than us that proposing that we can do something that they cannot doesn't strike me as an answer that should be seriously entertained without some evidence. Perhaps we are assuming incorrectly that all entities worshiped are essentially the same phenomena, separated only by values and agenda. Who's to say that The Silver Flame follows the same rules as the Soverign Host, Dark Six, The Dragon Below even Sorimas' Great Mother? They could have absolutely nothing in common aside from an ability to grant power to mortals. Some may have created their followers, and some may have been created by their followers. Some could be bound to Ebberon, and some may be found anywhere in the cosmos."

A grin suddenly spreads across his face. "The theological implications of Spelljamming are actually quite vast! Perhaps if we brought a divine caster of another faith up here his or her powers might work differently, or not work at all! It could very well be possible that the Astral Kracken and ships like it may be able to move questions of divine nature from theoretical debates in a lecture hall to practical field experiments!"

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella is wearing her typical light-colored blouse and pants. She doesn't seem to be one for fashion. "Do keep in mind, Hel-Shredder, that ants and bees and other insects are able to do many things that we sentient creatures cannot. It is not impossible that they may be limited in some fashion by their nature." She pauses, thinking.

"As for the extraterrestrial elves, I suppose it would depend upon their culture. The reason the Dark Six are largely reviled is in large part due to their values. A culture with a different set of values may view them with respect to the other gods very differently."

[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan nodded "On of the reasons that I first came on this voyage was to look for the Silver Flame on other planes. I have yet to find any indication of religions in the places we have been." The monk tapped his chin "I have talked to some people at Morgrave when I was there, they will also be interested in anything we find."