Turn 69 - The Flames Have SpokenGronok looks for a library in this hole of a city-state. Fortunately for him, a vast harem is not the only thing the king of Lazalam is known for - it's also the fact that he is an appreciator of good literature, and the city features a great Royal Library, or at least that's what Gronok can gather from an inscribed stone in front of a rather sizable building not too far from the palace. The entrance is flanked by guards on both sides, and they're rather mean-looking.
Gronok considers how best to approach this. The building is surrounded by a tall, ornate stone wall with distinctly enlightenment-themed murals (though some appear to have been defaced), and a currently closed metal gate leads into the courtyard of the library compound. Well, he thinks it's a library compound, judging by an inscription on the building's facade that says "STRIVE TOWARD KNOWLEDGE".
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Shashari, observing that she can find out little more from the tripwire, resolutely crawls down the probably-northern passage. Fortunately, there are no notable tripwires. She does reach a circular room of some kind - a few rays of light from up above shine into it, illuminating what looks to be a half-collapsed well.
There is a passage leading further north from here, looks like, though it seems to continue into darkness. There's also a rather... ripe dead fellow here, lying on the ground face-down. There is a faint smell of burnt flesh coming from the body.
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Phiali, cursing his lack of creativity in on-the-spot ritual creation, wanders off to a corner slightly away from the rather bored Azha and beseeches God to help him out here. After all, it shouldn't be up to him what God wants Her followers to do?
[Prayer roll: 5+1]
After a rather exhaustive prayer session, Phiali believes he's got it! Regular ritual baths in the river, for one. Probably several times a day. So that's one thing. Another is a sound rejection of the idea of monogamous marriage. It is a silly institution contrary to God's will. Also, people should set aside a time each month or so to ferment wine or distill spirits of their own, depending on the available measures, or all together fund a person who makes wine or spirits for them to enjoy. Finally, days are organized in groups of seven. The evening of the fifth day shall be known as the High Time, when all people are expected to lay down their occupations and spend their time drinking, socializing, joking and engaging in other forms of merriment to please God, laying down immediate material pursuits for the duration of said time.
Ayup. He thinks that's enough to start with, at least with what he knows and what's been done so far. He considers creating a holiday for himself, but then rejects it on the grounds of his adventures being a bit too saddening to warrant a holiday just yet. Maybe later.
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Elizas, tired of loitering around pointlessly, tries loitering with a very defined, worthy purpose instead. In this case, the conversion of idlers around town. Fortunately, there's a whole bunch of idlers standing outside the currently closed Temptations of Azlippus. They seem to be waiting for the place to open, and wave to Elizas, probably remembering him from that rather nice musical performance he gave there.
He pauses a moment to figure out how best to manage a spontaneous conversion. Direct approach, fiery approach, sneaky approach? So many ways to proselytize!
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Lars, noticing that all the primary targets of his assault are here, brings out the big guns. He points at the head priest, channeling his own wrath into him, hoping to bring down God's mighty, flaming fist of justice upon the filthy heathen! The room darkens for a moment except for the head priest, who glows! He flashes with light suddenly, bursting into holy fire at Lars' behest!
[Head Priest endurance roll: 3]
The head priest screams as his armor begins to radiate heat, tongues of flame streaming out of the joints. The air fills with the stench of burning flesh as the screaming priest drops to his knees, trying to remove bits of his red-hot armor to minimize the danger to his internal organs!
"See! See how your leaders suffer at the hands of the True God!"[Priest morale roll: 1-->4]
The other priests take a step back from the flaming head priest, some of them involuntarily losing their grip on their weapons.
"The flames, they obey this person who smells of dung!" one shouts in surprise.
"The flames, they have spoken! And not in our favor!"They all glance fearfully at Lars, who basks madly in the light from the still-burning and panicking head priest, who has now completely liberated himself from his armor, and is now busy rolling around on the ground to extinguish himself. It looks like the other priests are now terribly confused.
3 MP expended!Heretic burned! 1 MP gained!Gronok: 3 MP
Shashari: 5 MP
Phiali: 1 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
Lars: 2 MP
Since everybody posted so quickly, I thought I'd get back at the delays and post a new turn within a day of the previous one.
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