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o thank you
Father Wolfe led his followers to dining room, because he wanted to give another sremon. THe preacher leapt up otno the talbe and began to preach it for all to hear.
"Children, let us always remember that no matter who you are, the mgihty lord Armok has a plan for you.
"I was born in the hillocs. My father and I worked as rangers, trappign and taming wild animals. on bad days, he would beat me. In those days, we all worshpped the lesser gods, who merely preside over us and have their own agendas outside of us. In those days I, a young dwarf who could only watch as times grew harder and the empire collapsed all around everyone, felt lsot.
"But then one day I didn't! I was out in the woods, prepping a trap when a wolves attacked me and my leg was wounded. I couldn't move, so I just lied there thinking that the wolf would eat me, or something. But then, the wolf becake scared and left. I looked to the sky and lo! it was Armok. And he said:
"'Your people has become corrupt and proud and they have forgotten me and they're betrayed me and they haven't kept their promises! Thus, I have allowed my minions to deliver you all into the hands of the goblins. But i;ll still gibe you one last chance. You will become my prophet, and thy name shall be wolfe, for it was by the wolf that you came to me. You will be called father cause you are the father and shpeherd of my new people.'
"So I said, 'But how am i to become the father of a people? And how will i even live in my condiiton?'
"'Thy leg is healed, because i have willed it so. Also, you must preach to the people, estalbish my Church, and one day you will be called to the promised land, marked by the torrents of my greatest gift, blod. I will speak to you in your dreams. Go!'
"And so, I, now with a purpose, made my way back home, then left to establish the Church of Armok. So you see, if even a poor ranger like me can be so chosen by Armok, how can any of you doubt your own value? Come to Armok, andt he reward will be great!"
Taran was walking through the fortress when Father Wolfe stopped him whilst he was walking through the fortress.
"Oh! Hello Fathre Wolfe." muttered Taran.
"Hello, overseer. How's my church doing?"
"It's almost done. You'll get it soon"
"Excelent! By the way, could I also have a small library and study for myself. I need to sutyd and write alot of theeological texts."
(A/N soory if i didnt get his angle saxon accent right)
"Ach! Well dat would bee some werk now, wouldn'a be? Ach! erl see wut I can doo, tho."
"Thank you! Also, I got you a present, it's a boot."
The preacher gave the old sailor a brown boot with a buckle.
"Thanks," said Taran, "It's the cooliest present anyone's ever given me. I'll wear it immediately."
Taran left, and when he was out of sight Father Wofle said: "Ha ha ha ha! Jokes on him! I poisoned the boot. I know about poison because i used to work with animals. Let's see, I forgot to label the phials, but if I took the right one, it should kill him when he wears it, and it shouldn't be detectable. If i picked the wrong phial, the worst he'll get is a skin rash or athlete's foot or something. Nothing ventured, nothign gained.
ive decided to list out all the characters so far and what their alignment seems to be as far as good or evil
key
absolutely and undeniabley good and heroicgoodneutraltroublemakerbadiredeemably evilFather Wolfe
NobeardHef
Rith OlinardesIllevaihcamBalorXanTaran
Bembul (ZOMBIE!)
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