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« on: September 27, 2012, 09:57:46 pm »
"I was a mason, laying foundations and walls for new buildings in a big river town. Redvale, have you heard of it? Great pottery. Anyways, Redvale was getting this new temple, and I was assigned to build it. Well, parts of it--I wasn't going to do it alone. Well, it wasn't long before I noticed changes being made at night.
"I started to document these changes, see what they meant. Some would hide rooms and seal off the ways in, I don't know why. Some lead into a network leading to one central thing in the basement. Other changes were worse, mechanical things I couldn't think of why they were needed in the temple. About halfway through the project, I had enough of the modifications charted to actually constitute proof of some sort of conspiracy, and I took it to City Hall. Great place, made of sun-dried clay and some marble pillars. Gold-plated floors to impress visiting nobles.
"Anyways, one charge of blasphemy later, here I am. What in the seventeen hells happened?"