Turn 37 - Story Time AgainGronok thanks the man for showing some actual faith for once, unlike some of these ungrateful godless individuals, then inquires about a possible exit for himself and his one true disciple.
"Well, I'm sure that an exit is around here someplace. That is, unless they have completely changed the layout, which, considering that I have been down there for more than twenty years, is not unlikely. Things get bricked up, you know. I suppose I could try to lead you somewhere. I might not have forgotten everything but mind-numbing boredom, terrible food and searing agony in my time in the dungeon." "Then lead me you shall! Onward!"The speaker takes Gronok down a somewhat different route than the one the others presumably took, though they do not get very far until they stop in a certain hallway.
"That's unusual.""What?""The floor from here on in is covered in some sort of black liquid. Very, very strange."* * * * *
Elizas walks up to the woman, intent on obtaining an answer on the whereabouts of his kind host.
"Excuse me miss, have you seen Gezerim of recent?"[Woman helpfulness roll: 1-->3]
The woman looks at him like a frightened animal, then makes a run for it down the hall. That is quite strange, he must say.
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Phiali, not deterred by the woman's lack of politeness, attempts to begin a heartfelt, honest communique with her.
"I am sorry to have...taken your spot. May I ask what this spot and your name are? My name is Phiali, incidentally.""This is my... camping spot. I live here when I do not... hunt. I am... Zarah," she says, struggling with words at certain points and resorting to odd hand gestures.
"Hello, Zarah. I am sorry to have intruded. Might I offer to make my presence welcome with a bit of a story to make your day more interesting?"Zarah's expression does not change even the slightest bit, and she shrugs.
"Speak, and I shall listen.""You see, it is a tale of certain stormy events of a certain person's life."[Phiali storytelling roll: 6-->4+1]
"It all started in a land far to the southeast, a land of vast jungles quite unlike these forests of Tezelom. It was a land consumed by war, hatred and terror, and it was the birthplace of the hero of this tale."He then expounds upon his origins in great detail, describing the land he was born in with the utmost honesty and attention to detail, providing vast amounts of information in a straightforward, easily digestible and hard-hitting manner very much like a bard would certainly not. Whatever the case, Zarah seems to be paying attention.
"... and it was in that oasis that the man heard the voice of God. The voice guided him, told him of the True Teachings..."Once he starts getting into the whole prophecy thing, the woman starts to become really intrigued. Though when Phiali gets to the temple bits, she starts to become slightly perplexed.
"... and then the man, having refused the old man's abhorrent offer, tackled him to the ground and made an escape in the resulting confusion, diverting the last few guards with promises he had absolutely no intention to fulfill. And I have it on good authority that he roams this area to this very day.""So, what do you think about the story?""I am glad I do not... know this man. He sounds very... strange. Following... spirits is not... wise, as they are..."She snaps her fingers a few times in the air while she tries to remember the word she's looking for.
"... fickle, yes... fickle. They lead you... astray. Powerful spirits especially.""There's a little more you can hear, if you wish...""Proceed. I am... curious."Well, that's good, he supposes. Even though she did call him strange and question the divinity of the one true deity.
Gronok: 0 MP
Phiali: 0 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
Sejena: 0 MP
Shashari: 5 MP