Turn 68 - Afternoon, Most Boring Of TimesPhiali, feeling that he's made his point here, comes out with the offer at last.
"So, my dear, are you ready to convert to the One True Faith and accept God?"[Conversion roll: 2+1]
"I'm not entirely sure. What would this mean?"Hm. Yes. That is problematic, of course. Phiali doesn't really know what exactly following God entails. He's been kind of making it up as he goes so far.
[Ritual explanation roll: 1-->2+1]
"Well, um... I suppose it involves drinking.""Wine or water?""Uh... both?""Haven't got wine.""Water, then.""I do that anyway," she says, pointing at the bucket of water.
"Also, stealing valuables.""Nothing to steal. At least, nothing valuable.""Um... burning heretics?""Only I and my husband live here. The rest have died off."Hm. Phiali's kind of stumped now. He can't really find a basis for much of an organized religion here.
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Lars decides on the next course of action.
"We will give them their chance to surrender."The mob nods, and together they pull open the door and run right in!
They come face to face with four priests of Kezilam, including the head priest, all outfitted in bronze armor with flame patterns drawn on it in black.
"Heretics, now is your final chance for surrender! Submit or face the fires of the One True God!" Lars shouts to them.
The priests look at him silently. Then each of them produce torches, putting them up to their armor. The flame patterns begin to blaze wildly. The priests then draw their rather large swords and charge at the mob screaming in a unified offensive.
[Priests of Kezilam vs. Mob: 2+
1+
1+
1 vs. 4+
2]
The members of the mob produce their swords and pitchforks, though, adopting a defensive stance preventing the crazed, flaming priests from getting too close to them. Hm. This is... unusual.
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Gronok chooses to currently tell the owner of the house that he's about to go a-prophesying, and then heads out after making sure he notes several landmarks of the area as he leaves.
However, he can't really find any crowds around this place. Looks like the morning rush is over by now, and everybody's sort of dispersed to appropriate locations for either the work or the drinking and whoring they want to accomplish today. Whatever people walk along the streets are woefully solitary and in a bit of a rush.
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Elizas, having no idea what to do with his spare time right now, decides to cruise through town. Maybe adventure will turn up on its own.
After two hours, he is forced to conclude, very much like a fellow prophet far away from here, that this town is totally boring at this hour. Guess they party all night and sleep all day in Berikalam. Though Elizas isn't entirely against such a principle, it does put him at a loss on what to do with his time right now. There's not even any executions on, what's up with that? Kezilamites must be getting sloppy after genociding the Azlippeans.
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Shashari, caught in a trap she doesn't seem to understand, examines the tripped tripwire. She sees that is still in place, though she can easily trip it again, judging by the easiness of pulling it. It's certainly not meant specifically for a witchbear, bearwitch or anything like that, though she supposes that a witchbear or even a witchbat could trip it just as nicely as she did.
It's strange, actually, because nothing terrible has happened yet. Usually when you trip a tripwire, that's very bad news. Now, though, the thing doesn't seem to have set off deathtraps of any sort.
At least, none that she can
see. Yet.
Phiali: 1 MP
Lars: 4 MP
Gronok: 3 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
Shashari: 5 MP
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