Turn 49 - Faith Demands ForceGronok prays for Onon's soul to be delivered by Mo'kar, then sets about writing a short biography of the man in the dirt. He traces some words on the damp ground, making sure to include every detail he knew of the man.
"In memory of Onon, convert for a day before getting dragged off by bears. Imprisoned for 20 years or so, didn't remember much. Presumably tortured and suffered a lot. Name given yesterday. Pleasant enough chap.
Signed,
Gronok the Old, Illustrious Prophet of Mo'kar the Teacher, Holy Bringer of Knowledge and Wisdom, Master of Words, Deliverer of Mighty Slaps and Alleged Liberator of Prisoners."
Having stood around solemnly for a bit, Gronok turns around and continues on his way. However, he is interrupted by a noise! Something seems to have fallen near him! Didn't sound like a tree-bear, either. He looks in the direction of the sound.
Oh, look. It's Onon.
"Good morning! I was going to drag you up a tree as well, but I'm not as young as I'd like to be. Did you sleep well? Nobody try to chew you up?"My, he seems awfully chipper. He steps toward Gronok, suddenly spotting the message in the dirt.
"Wait, what's this? Did you write that?"He reads the message.
"Oh my. Dragged off by bears, eh? How terrible! Well, at least I rank as a pleasant enough chap."* * * * *
Shashari, noticing that the filthy heathen seems to have taken on a slightly offended air, changes her tone a bit.
"Uh, well, hey now. I didn't mean to be mean, it's just that you... insulted my bridge and punched my friend and tried to trample me with my own ram. In fact, I'll bet The One God would love to have you as a convert. You were very enthusiastic and athletic, at least."The heathen turns around, looking curiously at the girl.
"You really think so? Honestly? It's been so lonely in the woods here. I've got only Hazutiim to keep me company, and he hardly even talks, you know. And it's been five years since I've seen anyone else. I just got so excited when I got something to defend. Fight off wild beasts and vile heathens and all that, you know. No offense, I mean."He looks up at the sky suspiciously, then at the river.
"We'll have to talk to Hazutiim about this conversion business. Away from... certain things." He says the last bit as a whisper, leaning toward Shashari and throwing a quick glance to the river.
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Elizas, utilizing the guards' confusion, picks Gezerim up from the ground, leading him away from the area as he berates the guards for their vulgar breaches of guarding etiquette. Fortunately for him, they are sufficiently confused to momentarily forget that they aren't supposed to be guarding anything at all, and Elizas and Gezerim safely get away from the area. Once they are away, Gezerim speaks.
"Thank you for that intervention. They certainly work fast, these Kezilamites. I owe quite a lot for that, my friend."Now, what to do with him?
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Phiali, upon seeing that the bucket is indeed a piece of garbage, tries to fix it. Maybe there's some sap in the woods to help? Couldn't hurt to look for some. He heads out into the jungle, looking for any trees or other plants that might contain such an adhesive.
Fortunately, there is indeed such a tree around, and its resin seems to be quite liquid at this point. Better utilize it while there's still time!
[Repair roll: 2]
Upon looking at where the leaks spring from, Phiali smears a generous helping of resin over one of the leaky bits, then waits for it to harden. After a bit, it has done this, and the hole is sealed. He tries to get another handful.
Sadly, the rest of the resin has hardened in this time as well. Dang.
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At the steps of the temple,
Lars defends his god like a consummate prophet.
"No, the One True God is not like this sham Kezilam! For he is a jealous and vengeful god, and brooks no disobedience! The One True God supports no such prohibitions on alcohol and forced monogamy as Kezilam does! Nay, such things are not a true tenet! We must obey his commands!He gestures toward the heretic temple.
"Behold this false temple! We have been commanded to tear down this temple and cleanse it with the true holy flame! Join me at once, or disaster will befall you all!""Your offers of limitless debauchery are heard and appreciated, fine heretic. There is a problem, though.""More of a sharp concern, really.""The Kezilamites have nasty swords and lots of guards!""Pah! Back in my day, the guards were a lot sharper than their swords! These days they let any idiot join!""True as that may be, do you, fine heretic, have any means of subverting the guards of Kezilam and make us really listen to you?""Like the one coming toward you right now!"Lars turns around, noticing that there is indeed an approaching guard.
"What's all this damned racket?" he asks with all the patience a temple guard can muster.
Gronok: 0 MP
Shashari: 5 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
Phiali: 0 MP
Lars: 5 MP