-I went over to the mayors office and...tried to regain my title as the leader of Rocklod, afterall I am the lone survivor.
-Bwhahah, ya should've talked to someone first. Anyone could've told ya that the mayor 'imself is a real bastard, only thinkin' 'bout his gold all the time. You could say sharin' aint kinda his thing, eh. -Uhmm...well I came to that conclusion myself. He sent someone after me to kill me...
-Then how come this little bastard is standing in my bar then, eh? The mayor rarly doesnt get things the way he wants 'em.-This dwarf all clothed in black came after me with an axe and...well, he kinda sliced up my shoulder pretty bad but then...I knocked him out.
-Huh, I was following your story pretty damn good up until the part where ya decided to knock the bastard out. How the fck did ya manage that, eh?-Honestly? You fought one of the mayors men, those guys aren't like the warden's rag-tag militia you know.
-Why is...the rum always gone?-I..don't know... I got lucky I guess.
-Bwahaha, I'd give ya a drink but you seem to be in the need of somethin' else there mate. -Ah well...yea I don't feel too good...
-But...
-Mhhm?-Is it really safe to go to the hospital? They'll probably be looking for me there, right?
-Bwhahaha, you know bwahaha...-Pull yourself together fatso.-Okay, here's the deal. In one way you might accually say that the hospital would be the safest place for you right now. You see they're not part of the general system, much like my own humble establishment. But you might wonder why, isn't the chief medical dwarf a noble like the rest? Well, yea. But noone wants anything to do with the guy, not the mayor, not the warden, not even the Mountainhomes. That doesn't mean they haven't tried in the past, oh no they have. A couple of years ago the mayor sent one of his underlings to deal with all that bureaucracy bullshit. The kid didn't know much about the doctor so he just went down there to do his ususal business, imagine his reaction when the the chief just decided to bring him in him in for an emergancy heart transplant. -Funny thing is, the kid survived and was as healthy as ever before. Well physically at least, suffered heavy mental trauma and drowned himself in a barrel of plump wine a week later.-You said...-in one way it might be the safest place?
-Ah well, the doctor just happens to be batshit crazy.O_____O'
Did you guys hear what he just said!? We can't go there!
...epens, slowly you can reveal the whole truth: that you are a prophet, and that they shall be your acolytes.
And Nerin: the gods murmur fearfully about the gauntlet. Lesser deities are always nervous when prophets increase their power. It is an item to be respected, and handled carefully- but do not attempt to destroy or discard it.
*Ahem*
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You dare call me a lesser deity?I am Gili Stonehelm, the god of fire and reason, the only one of us with enough substance to seperate himself from the crowd. I daresay you are the lesser deity, and are using the gauntlet in a lowly scheme to topple the balance of power.Are you guys even paying attention!?
Shut up Nerin!