Turn 66 - Recursive LoopGronok decides to accept the gracious offer of a place of residence, but only on one condition.
"I thank you for your generosity! If I may, I will accept, so long as my companion may accompany me," he says, pointing to Onon.
"Certainly, I can easily accommodate the two of you," the man says.
"Come with me."He leads the two tired old men to a rather humble home located not too far away.
"Here we are. My home, now yours as well. I will not ask any money of you - it is fairly obvious you would not have much to begin with. Your rooms are on the second floor, follow me."Gronok and Onon follow the man inside - their first impression of the house has turned out to be accurate, as it is indeed humble. It is also unusually rich in various scrolls and parchments from what Gronok can see. He reaches his room shortly - it has a single bed and a shelf, but little else. Good enough to live in, he supposes. The host points Onon to a near-identical room on the opposite side of the hallway.
"My daughters used to live there, but they have already married off, so these rooms have been empty for a while. Make yourselves comfortable."* * * * *
Phiali, having found a receptive listener for his story, goes ahead and tries to tell his story... with certain... changes.
[Storytelling roll: 2]
"Well, here's hoping that you do," he says, taking a deep breath.
"It is a story that begins in a far-off land. You see, there once lived a guy. He was fighting other guys, but then his guys got killed, and he didn't, so he figured killing people wasn't worth bothering with. Then this god started talking to him, and told him to go north for some reason - he guessed he had to if it was put that way. So he went through the desert with an idea - water is good. It was revolutionary and quite new, he realized, but he stuck with it, since God seemed to think water was good as well. God also didn't like war, so the guy asked him 'why not?' and God was all 'man, lots of people get killed in wars', so the guy went 'alright'. Then he hiked to this land, since God told him to, remember? So yes, he hiked all that way - boy, did his feet hurt a lot after that - and he met a bunch of people. He was like 'worship my god' and they were like 'no', so he went 'why not?' and they went 'there's these other guys, go beat them up', but the guy was a pacifist, see, so he couldn't just beat them up. That would be, like, a religious war. Sorta. So he tried to go for an moral victory over the nasty other guys, but they were all 'no'. And boy, did the guy try. He tried hard. He even got stabbed a bit, but that's okay, because he had God to help him out. God's kind of nice that way. But those guys, the nasty ones, I mean, wouldn't be beaten morally. So the guy cut his losses and looked for a place to get cheap miracles from, maybe some food and stuff. He found this crazy lady in the woods and told her the story, but she didn't like God for some reason. She was pretty nasty, too, though she didn't stab him like the others. Then he went further, got a nice backpack, then found this village. There was a dusty lady who told him to get some water, so he was like 'sure' and went and got it by stealing a bucket and making a rope out of vines. Then he went back to the lady, but found some other fellow, so he looked harder. Then he found the lady and gave her the bucket eventually. She was like 'good', so he went 'would you like ' She was all 'sure, but I can't guarantee I'll like it', so the guy was all 'well, here's hoping you do. It is a story that begins in a far-off land. You see, there once lived a guy. He was-'."He is interrupted by Azha sighing very noticeably.
"That is indeed a rather impressive tale. Well, perhaps 'impressive' isn't the right word. 'Astounding' fits better, no doubt," she says without emotion.
* * * * *
Shashari decides that west is the direction of the moment. Well, sort-of west, anyway. Maybe not west at all. To the left, in any case. She heads down, finding a dark corridor. At the end of it is an almost pitch-black room. She can't see a dang thing in here, she finds, but the air is certainly cool, yet very humid.
She could probably use a light source of some kind, she figures. This darkness is a bit too all-encompassing at the moment. Also, she hears things scurrying about. Small things, fortunately, but still. Things.
Things!* * * * *
Elizas carefully prepares his smooth face and grins coyly as he makes his selection.
"The common room sounds fine enough, unless you'd like some company tonight..."She sighs and smiles at Elizas, still seeming pretty friendly.
"Common room it is, then. I'd rather not fall for that sort of scheme again."* * * * *
Lars looks at the door, then off in the distance. Yeah, these guys are probably not worth much effort. He nods.
"Bar the door. Leave them in there to rot. We will go on to the reliquary. Watch this man!"Some burly villagers nod and begin to observe the newest member of the divine mob as they start to block the door. Fortunately, there's plenty of beds and junk in the area, so it's not difficult to erect a barricade. Now they can move along to the reliquary!
Once more, there is a single guard outside. He doesn't appear to be looking in the mob's direction. What luck!
Shashari: 5 MP
Phiali: 1 MP
Lars: 4 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
Gronok: 3 MP
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