Turn 58 - Burning Really HurtsPhiali, having successfully buggered the entire leaf-sleeve enterprise so far, tries to form a watertight seal! With water! But for this, he will need more leaves, which prove easy to find, considering that this is indeed a forest that he's almost stranded in. Now to work some magic!
[Craftsmanship roll: 2]
After putting more leaves in the bucket and hoping that works, Phiali comes to the conclusion that it really doesn't. Or maybe there's too many points where it leaks (almost every point, to be exact) for that to work. Or maybe cohesion and adhesion don't work like that. The fun part about engineering is that you never know! And sometimes you never get the opportunity to find out!
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Shashari is not intimidated by the filthy heathen's anecdotal evidence. She takes his illogical viewpoint and presents her own view!
"Hmph! I've never done what you do either, I don't think, and I've never been flooded. I guess that does happen to old people, though."
"Oh, but yes! Ash'Mah the Serpent is the One True God. I became His prophet through a vision, well, maybe more of an experience. What do you call it when you suddenly get really inspired and start cackling madly while making glass figurines of everything great in your village?""Well, it's certainly inspiration of some kind, though-""Anyway I did that, and in so doing so affirmed my superiority to my home and confirmed my devotion to Ash'Mah, God of Coveting Everything You Want. She teaches us to claim that which we desire, like I did with this strong ram and this nice guy with a gorgeous singing voice.""Hey! I'm not property! I'm-"]"He also likes water and, uh... I'm not entirely sure otherwise. I'm still not a master of everything She likes. Oh but I think He likes watching heathens burn, I, uh... I'm not going to burn you or anything, I just thought I should mention it.""Uh, one question. Is Ash'Mah male or female? It's just that it's getting a bit-oh, nevermind. Anyway, it does seem interesting that you haven't been flooded and that you feel inspired, even. And I am also quite glad you won't burn me. Burning really hurts.""I know, right?""Yes, verily. Still, I suppose it does come down to which god is better. And there is no better way to determine this than a show of power. Show me and Hazutiim that you can control the river, and we - well, I, at any rate, shall convert."* * * * *
Gronok feebly thanks Mo'kar and fades into blissful sleep. Though it's not all that much like sleep - Mo'kar is still here, he knows. And the city is still the same, though a bit different in some way. Less... blissful. He flies through the cityscape, observing all that lies beneath him with a wise eye. The one he seeks, the Mocker, lies somewhere around here.
"That I do."And he needs to find this fellow.
"That you do."But why?
"Disobedience toward the wise one."And how?
"Defiance of the true speaker. Punishment is to be delivered."Suddenly, there is a wall. A large wall with some writing on it. Concentrating for a moment, Gronok can make out what's written on it: "ALL WILL DROWN", scrawled by an unsteady, yet seemingly incredibly determined hand.
"All who sin must burn. But the very special few, they must drown slowly in blood. Such is the retribution of the wise one."The dream seems to repeat itself several times, becoming ever more a chaotic jumble until only a few words remain. The message remains clear enough, however.
"Drowned in blood, the sins are washed clean of this earth."Eventually Gronok wakes up. He feels better. Quite a bit better, though there's still a bit of fogginess.
"Feeling better?"* * * * *
Lars ducks down as arrows fly overhead, then goes for an intimidation attempt!
[Intimidation roll: 3]
"Heretics of the false Kezilam! Throw down your arms and repent or taste the burning flames of the One True God!The guards don't seem very responsive aside from somebody laughing loudly.
"Who is the heretic here, fool? You stand in the home of the goddess, infidel!"Predicting that not all Kezilamites are quite as easy to convert as the one in his personal guard, he explains a battle plan to his retinue of three people in a hushed voice.
"See if you can get around behind those archers..."They nod and move out in the crowd, who appear to be advancing on the guards menacingly.
[Retinue flanking roll: 3]
However, they don't seem to be able to get in too advantageous of a position, only managing to creep up from a side that has a few less guards.
[Retinue vs. Bow-Guards 1 and 2: 3+2 vs. 4+1]
And they can't even get too close, as the archers soon have prepared another volley.
[Bow-Guards vs. God-Mob: 2+2 vs. 1+2]
They shoot down about two mob members before the whole group bears down on them!
[Bow-Guard retreat vs. God-Mob speed: 5 vs. 6]
As the mob closes in, the archers try to quickly vacate their shooting spot, but the mob members are too fast!
[God-Mob vs. Bow-Guards: 4+3 vs. 1+2]
All seven of them are set on fire, and four are immediately trampled to death!
[Bow-Guard self-extinguishing rolls: 1-->5, 1-->4, 1-->5]
Considering that they were in the middle of a retreat as they were set on fire, they don't notice they have this combustion problem until it's too late, that is, until they are rather difficult to put out. So three flaming guards and what looks like a priest, though a different one than the one from before, quickly beating a brave retreat and rapidly disappearing into the passages leading further into the temple.
For a moment, everything is quiet apart from the screaming, burning guards, who are put out of their misery by the merciful crowd. Then everything becomes real quiet in the temple.
Phiali: 1 MP
Shashari: 5 MP
Gronok: 0 MP
Lars: 4 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
[Craftsmanship roll: 1-->1]
I think this sums up the whole bucket enterprise. GM, pity good roll for him!
Eh, he's still got MP. And the Bucketquest hasn't yet stretched out for one third of the game. It's close, certainly, but not quite there yet.
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