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[Innsmothe]

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Even though the game play is slower, and seems to have less chances for inexplicable carnage and thus player rollover, I will wait until untold eons have past! 

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Name: Kain of the Frozen Desert.

Gender: Male
Age: 14

Pre-enlightenment profession: Acolyte to the keeper of tribal knowlege, rites and laws. (+1 persuasion, is skilled craftsman, is skilled fisherman, is weak physically, has little stamina)   
 
Story of enlightenment: Kain was once a happy child living in a lone village on a rocky outcroping in a vast ocean, dutiful in all things with a mind as free as the albatros. He would fish with his father, clean for his mother and recite mind numbing amounts of dates, scripture and law from his master.
However, ships from a power over the eternal sea, or so it was believed, landed on the shore of his small village. They brought untold wonders, gleaming weapons and tools that were not of the bones they mastefully worked or the rough stones they slaved away at. They traded lesser idols and bone decorations for tools to easier bone fish and cut into rock. Though, days later Kain was wailing as he worked and shaped the bones of his lost people after an unknown force drove the cold from from their bodies, and caused them to twitch like caught fish, dying after days of agony.
Whilst storing the bones as per custom, he was contacted by one of the sprits of his village, Maeon.
Maeon was believed to be the hoarder of bones, a mischievous old man that took the bodies of the dead. He promised to restore Kains village, if Kain gave an equal number of bones for his hoard.Though, he would only accept bones given willingly or from retribution and would need to be worked with splendor.
He would need to make a journey over the eternal sea and spread the greed of Maeon.

Suggestions for the New God: Maeon, Keeper of Bones. He is Morbid. He enjoys displays of craftmanship. He greatly despises wasteful behaviour both in general but particularly in the disposal of bodies.

 

[TCM]

Elizas bows to the older couple.

"Greetings! My name is Elizas and I am an ambassador of God, the one and true, who rescued Patalim from a vicious and ignorant mob. He would have been executed had God not given me the ability to carry him away from the madness."

[GreatWyrmGold]

Use my last mana point to escape, ideally teleporting somewhere nearby but safe.

Well, you can't really teleport with a single MP. You can try Divine Knowledge, a Blessing or a Curse, all of which are at their lowest power levels in that case.

Could I provide a blessing on myself that lets me run fast or something?
And why are miracles so limited? I don't want to be teleported across the continent; a few dozen feet would (probably) be sufficient.

[Harry Baldman]

Could I provide a blessing on myself that lets me run fast or something?
And why are miracles so limited? I don't want to be teleported across the continent; a few dozen feet would (probably) be sufficient.

Yes, you could indeed provide such a blessing.

And miracles are limited because they always succeed. Can't have prophets that have only just started their respective holy journeys teleport around at will or call down the wrath of God to destroy stuff at will. At first, you have to rely more on your own abilities.

[Xantalos]

Gronok knew he could do it! GRONOK HAD THE POWER!
Set a -2 Curse on the chains, touch range. He then breaks the chains. Make sure the prisoners convert afterward. 

[Parisbre56]

((Prison dungeon riot! Break the chains of oppression!))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Could I provide a blessing on myself that lets me run fast or something?
And why are miracles so limited? I don't want to be teleported across the continent; a few dozen feet would (probably) be sufficient.

Yes, you could indeed provide such a blessing.

Fine, I'll do something which doesn't have as many ways to go wrong even on a success.

Quip as noted earlier. Give self a blessing that lets me run fast and all. Hurry past the guards and out of and away from the temple.

[Digital Hellhound]

'I see. I look forward to seeing them perish when the Goddess arrives,' Sejena said.

She smiled at Naphezim, betraying no fear of the mob. 'Well, I am glad you chose to come back for me, Naphezim. My prayers are with you and your home here. Regardless - I don't suppose you've heard from Satjap in the meantime?'

Sejena and people talkin'

[Harry Baldman]

Turn 29 - What God Does Not Provide...

Elizas bows to the older couple and attempts to explain the strange happenings of this morning.

"Greetings! My name is Elizas and I am an ambassador of God, the one and true, who rescued Patalim from a vicious and ignorant mob. He would have been executed had God not given me the ability to carry him away from the madness."

[Old People reaction roll: 2]

"Doesn't sound like a very useful god to me. Ruining the natural order of things is hardly a good thing to do."

"I'm your son-in-law!"

"Which makes it doubly important that you be summarily executed. One cannot make exceptions in the law for his own family, particularly family one strongly dislikes."

"You're being unnecessarily hostile!"

"I am not hostile. I am merely implying that you are supposed to be dead and that it is fully reasonable to expect such a thing of you, and yet you have failed my expectations. The last in a long series of such and similar failures, might I add."

The old man's wife nods along to the old man's words, her wizened features contorting in a shape of disdain. The old man, meanwhile, remains completely expressionless.

* * * * *

Gronok, the storytelling having filled him with nothing short of divine inspiration, focuses his will upon the foul chains of the prisoners, praying that, by the grace of the Lord, even the emaciated arms of the prisoners can break them! He then tries to pull them apart, one by one!

[Gronok vs. Chains: 5 vs. 4-2

"Hey, watch this!"

He walks up to a prisoner, then pulls at his chain with all his might! The chain shatters into individual links and falls to the ground, and the prisoners' eyes go wide with amazement. Gronok follows it up by pulling off every last one of the other chains as well, freeing all the prisoners and filling the ground with lots of broken links. After all are free, he stands triumphantly in the middle of the crowd that has now formed and loudly proclaims words that none had hoped to hear.

"By the grace of Mo'kar, you are delivered!"

The prisoners look rather ecstatic, to tell the truth.

2 MP deducted!
Impressive display of power! 1 MP awarded!

* * * * *

Phiali calmly stands up on the temple floor and announces his exact feelings on the matter of conversion to the priest.

"I'm sorry, but I can't convert from the one true god. Nor will I come with you. Know this, however: You have lost your last chance. Be sure to tell whatever fell priest you blindly follow that it is your fault that this temple will fall."

"Well, it was worth telling you the options anyway, I believe. Hopefully the fires of hell will cleanse that nasty impudent streak out of you and you will be able to join us in heaven. One can only hope!"

Phiali, feeling a particularly inspired moment coming on, starts to run!

[Phiali escape roll: 6-->1+1]

Though the guards are in his way, Phiali pushes on, confident that God will provide a way! Unfortunately, God does not do this, so Phiali is left with making a route for himself! After muttering a quick prayer, he tackles the priest, rolling with him toward the exit!

[Guard pursuit roll: 6-->1]

As he rolls over the priest and starts to run, the guards run after him, trampling over the poor old half-blind priest in the process!

[Priest endurance roll: 3]

The priest seems quite hurt in the process, as he lets out a pained moan and curls up into a ball upon the guards' passing.

[Guard reaction roll: 4]

Though two of the guards pay their fallen master no mind, three stop in their tracks and go back to attend to the frail and abused old man, asking if he's alright and apologizing profusely for their impatience. Phiali runs out into the main hall.

Hm, there seem to be no guards around here. Looks like the old man got all of the ones around to follow him to Phiali. Not that he has very long to appreciate this, as the guards are right behind him and about to start closing in.

1 MP expended!

* * * * *

Sejena keeps the conversation going, making sure to keep any uneasiness about the pyromaniacally-inclined Kezilamites well-hidden.

"I see. I look forward to seeing them perish when the Goddess arrives."

"They doubtlessly feel the same way about you. And many other people, the King included."

"Well, I am glad you chose to come back for me, Naphezim. My prayers are with you and your home here. Regardless - I don't suppose you've heard from Satjap in the meantime?"

"Thankfully, no. But, since we are speaking of him, let's get on with our business. Namely, its nature and purpose. You will tell me what your purpose in coming here was, and you will tell me now. This roundabout manner of yours bores me quite immensely."

Spoiler: MP Tracker (click to show/hide)

Elizas: 3 MP
Gronok: 1 MP
Phiali: 0 MP
Sejena: 2 MP
Shashari: 5 MP

[Digital Hellhound]

Sejena hissed. Could the man not give her a minute's peace?

'Oh, for the love of... I came here to seek sanctuary, you half-wit, because Satjap promised me it would be found here and I am short on allies in this abyssal excuse for a city. And why do I need sanctuary, Naphezim? Because I have fled the palace and the slave-life I've had to suffer my entire life. Because I serve Aulanna, the Bloody-Red Lady, and will stop at nothing to see her will done. By the Goddess, I will bring down this doomed, pathetic speck of a kingdom and cast the king and all his sycophants and priests from his high tower and bathe in the blood of all who dare to defy her. Any more questions?'

Tell Naphezim what's what. Curse his... willpower? by -1 for 1 turn and try to get the fear of the Goddess into him (Miracle: Curse [1*1*1*1]=1). If that doesn't work, boost my own charisma/intimidation.

((Act backfiring in 3... 2... 1...))

[Xantalos]

"Excellent! Now, are any of you particularly strong or adept at picking locks?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

So...my MP expended let me roll normally to escape? How is that different than what would have normally happened?

Run out the front doors, jibing at the guards about their lack of care for the priests.

[TCM]

Elizas butts in at this point.

"This man is a child of God, and as such it is of my duty to protect him with the fullest measure of my abilities from harm." If you harm this man in anyway you will not only mark yourselves a target of God but all of his people."

[Harry Baldman]

So...my MP expended let me roll normally to escape? How is that different than what would have normally happened?

No, it gave you a +1 to said roll. You get what you pay for and all that. In your case, the +1 was actually quite important in that it let you put some distance between yourself and the guards.

"Excellent! Now, are any of you particularly strong or adept at picking locks?"

"In a word, no. It is the primary reason we are still here. That and the fact that the door leading out has no lock to pick."

Elizas butts in at this point.

"This man is a child of God, and as such it is of my duty to protect him with the fullest measure of my abilities from harm. If you harm this man in anyway you will not only mark yourselves a target of God but all of his people."

"You misunderstand. I am not going to harm him. I am merely saying that he should be harmed by someone in general."

The old man scratches his chin thoughtfully.

"Say, perhaps you could do it? I am sure your god would never see it coming."

[GreatWyrmGold]

So...my MP expended let me roll normally to escape? How is that different than what would have normally happened?

No, it gave you a +1 to said roll. You get what you pay for and all that. In your case, the +1 was actually quite important in that it let you put some distance between yourself and the guards.

Ah, I see.
...Note to self: MP are more efficiently spent on classical miracles.