There Is No Way Of Truly Knowing

I've Spared With Demons From The Nine Hells Themselves, I Shall Barely Break A Sweat Here Today.

Joy Multiplies When It Is Shared Among Friends, But Grief Diminishes With Every Division. That Is Life.

Because In Fantasy Perhaps More Than In Any Other Genre, The Character Is Rewarded For Making The Right Choices And Punished For Making The Bad. Ask Boromir.

...a Third [of Three] Had Died In His Bunk Of Natural Causes--for A Dagger In The Heart Quite Naturally Ends One's Life.

You View The Gods As Entities Without," Montolio Tried To Explain. "you See Them As Physical Beings Trying To Control Our Actions For Their Own Ends, And Thus You, In Your Stubborn Independance, Reject Them. The Gods Are Within, I Say, Whether One Has Named His Own Or Not. You Have Followed Mielikki All Your Life, Drizzt. You Merely Never Had A Name To Put On Your Heart.