Turn 64 - A Prophet's PastimePhiali decides to get smart with Azha and perform one of those brutally annoying 'exact words' things.
"One sec."He waltzes out of the building, goes downhill, picks up the bucket he previously discarded and goes back to Azha, handing it to her, slightly winded from the downhill-uphill rush.
"Here you go," he says, giving her the decrepit old thing.
"Was it really worth it, running all that distance just to waste ten seconds of my time?""I'm a prophet. Wasting time is what I do. Don't question it.""Very well. Hand me the copper bucket in your other hand that actually has water in it."* * * * *
Lars, feeling that this whole thing begs for a quick resolution, comes to a decision.
"Then let's head there now. If we catch a small group on the way, we can ambush them, but otherwise we must focus on our goal, and break the power of these sinners."The group affirms this decision, and they all follow the guard, keeping a lookout for any guards they might slay to keep their trip fun and profitable. However, none are in sight. Probably all hiding somewhere. Eventually they come to a hallway that seems to lead to a set of large, imposing metal doors with the image of a raging fire engraved on them. There looks to be a single guard in front of them.
"Well, that's the armory - turn left at that door and go down the hallway and there we'll find the reliquary room, also behind a similar-looking door."* * * * *
Shashari, figuring there's no sense in delaying the inevitable, not to mention rather curious on what the test might be, accepts the filthy heathen's offer with an appropriate level of conviction.
"...er, I guess so...?""Very good! Now, if you don't mind," he takes out two blindfolds, putting one over Shashari's eyes and one over the Siren's.
"Have to prevent cheating, after all."He then leads Shashari over rather uncomfortable patches of undergrowth for about half an hour before finally stopping and untying the blindfold. Shashari finds that she is in the middle of nowhere as usual, and pays it no further mind.
"Right, then. We're here! Time for your test."Shashari looks at the heathen quizzically before she is unceremoniously shoved forward and the ground beneath her gives way, leading to a slight fall downwards.
[Shashari landing roll: 5]
Luckily for her, her survival instinct kicks in at just the right moment and she lands without injury of any kind. Looking around, she realizes that it is completely dark down here, with only a little bit of light shining in from about three meters above where she fell through.
"Now, your task is twofold! Find the most prized relic of the Goddess and find a way out! If you do this, you will have proven without a doubt the worth of both yourself and your god! Stay safe, now!"Before Shashari can ask anything, she hears the rapidly leaving footsteps of the heathen. Hm. So this is the way they want to play it, eh?
* * * * *
Gronok smiles benevolently at the provoked discussion.
"Are there any other tales you wish me to tell?"The listeners, now having gotten into a rather heated heart-to-heart, turn to him.
"Yes, tell us the tale of God. Where did it come from?"Oh my. That's... an interesting request.
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Elizas, having gotten into a comfortable groove, keeps on exercising those pipes while playing the guitar.
[Vocal performance roll: 3+1]
And he does certainly provide a good enough background track for the establishment. It's good in that unobtrusive, almost unnoticeable way. The patrons appear to be enjoying themselves, though the room empties over time as the occupants go off on to perform their... business in this building. At the end of the night, Elizas is left alone in the yard, having converted exactly zero people, though he has scored four tezerams in tips.
The owner approaches him, handing a small pouch of coins.
"Here are your fifteen tezerams. Not a bad job, keep at it."Phiali: 1 MP
Lars: 4 MP
Shashari: 5 MP
Gronok: 1 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
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