"That's it!" Taimi exclaims, snapping her fingers. "Can't go there. The human gods also gave them a lot of nice perks, like using multiple types of magic at the same time or resurrecting the dead. ...recent dead, mind you, body had to be fresh and all."

"Huh. Do you still have healing, at least, or did that go out the window with the rest of the divine magic? Just losing resurrection must have been awful on its own, you must have been scrambling..."

"Eh, only worked on humans anyway, not a big deal."

"We do still have healing, yes," says James before Taimi can further offend Kas. "We've been having some trouble recently with the concept of bringing back the dead, though, with a... ah... giant undead dragon having enough access to the various afterlives to reanimate anyone. He's dead now but people are in general still a bit soured on the topic."

"Well, good job killing him, anyway, I've never personally had to fight a dracolich but I've heard it's a bitch and a half. I don't really see why necromancy would sour people on resurrection, but I guess if you haven't had the latter in two hundred years it'd be pretty muddled."

"...whatever the word you just used was, it... underestimates the scale. There are six dragons in Tyria. Or were; five now that we've killed that one. It lifted a sunken country from the sea and reanimated all of its thousands of long-dead residents and was thought unkillable for two hundred and fifty years."

"Ah. Extra good job then!"

"Sorry, six dragons? There's six dragons I can think of in Neverwinter Wood. What the fuck kind of ecology are you working with here?"

"Well, different world, obviously."

"They are very, very large. As in, uh... around as large as this jungle, say."

"Okay, but that's worse. You understand how that's worse, right?"

"...so they're... less like our dragons and more like gods. No conventional reproduction, no death by old age, just a big bastard with unthinkable power and no morals."

Haruk squints at James. "You're planning on killing the rest of them, aren't you. I want in."

"Working on our second one right now," he says brightly. "Plant and, uh... mind... dragon, I don't know why those are its specialties I am just the tour guide."

"Some of our researchers suspect the whole reason the human gods left was because they thought they couldn't take the dragons on so they fled."

"They did not—"

"Hey, I'm just relaying research! Go complain in Rata Sum if you don't like their methodology!"

"...how many gods are we talking about here?"

"Also six! Used to be five but then turns out there was an exiled, secret sixth one and this one human and her friends killed him with the help of the others so she became a new god. She also left."

"Six gods. For an entire planet."

"No, just for the humans, weren't you paying attention?"

"Oh, sorry. How many did you Asura have?"

"We don't have gods, just humans and charr—the big furries—did. But then turns out the charr gods weren't gods after all, just very annoying fire elementals. Uh, I guess the norn—big guy there," gestures at Braham, "they have the spirits of the wild but those aren't really gods. How many of those was it again, Braham?"

"Uh... I don't think we know of them all. There's the four great ones, except... Jormag killed Raven."

"Okay, I'm going on the record to say that is not enough gods. I am going to put a considerable amount of effort into contacting Lathander, this place is in dire need of some divine intervention."

"There are hundreds of gods where we're from," Bol explains. "This prevents problems like ancient forgotten dragons ending the world."