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Harry Baldman

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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many
« Reply #120 on: June 29, 2014, 08:04:08 am »

Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many

Emilia, wondering if perhaps her sales pitch could have been more carefully chosen, walks out of the inn, her palm squarely on her face. Perhaps she should seek out people less inclined to misconstrue her job-seeking behavior. She wanders the streets of Bantuk's Bend, but fails to see anyone at all in need of physical assistance - partly because this town is pretty dead in terms of any activity, partly because a lot of the people who do seem to be doing physical work seem to have a great number of helpers - job seekers like her, no doubt, but much more established and presumably far more hungry and thirsty by virtue of actually living here for some unknown reason. The streets are remarkably full of the starved and the penniless, both men and women, all of them looking for even the tiniest amounts of money to wring out of the few activities of interest in the area.

All in all, Bantuk's Bend seems to have its fill of the unemployed, particularly in the physical labor department. It seems odd jobs will be virtually impossible to obtain around here, since the unemployed that do exist in the area are no doubt much more desperate and could underbid her rates in a heartbeat. Even the town's notice boards are noticeably bare of anything beyond a few announcements of executions and such - there are parts of one of Bantuk's messages to the general populace, but large parts of it appear to have been torn off, possibly to fuel some fire or another.

* * * * *

Derek decides to give Ehran a compliment he has never heard before.

"You know, Ehran, you're a clever man. These are reasonable questions, and I will give God's honest answers. It is, indeed, easier to be as naked as God's will when it is hot - but who said following God's will was easy?! Who said being saved took no effort, took no will?! Your friend suffered, it is true. And I say not that he is a right eejit. But I do say, God would have ye all be prepared. Prepared for the end times, by embracing nudity. And prepared for nudity, by not fecking well going where it is right freezing. And prepared for going where it is right freezing, by being prepared to lose your bits, if you don't have faith strong enough to express itself as sheer wanton heat! Perhaps it is the sheer faith that prepared me to even lose me bits that was rewarded when Karse granted me the burnin'. Who knows. But look, Ehran. You're a poor man, right? And what is nudity, if it is not equality! Fairness! Naked, we are all just men! Or women, of course. But naked, we are all nude! There ain't no lords and peasant, or rich and poor, or... richly dressed or raggedly so! We are all just naked, and blessed in the eyes of God! So you see, this is why we should be naked, even in the cold - we must show our faith, for Karse will reward those who show their faith, by lightly reducing their temperature during the end times, such that they survive, without heatstroke. If you are not prepared to show your faith, or even, if you are ignorant of the ways of God - which you no longer are, luckily for you, having ears wise enough to open - if you are not prepared to show your faith, then beware of the frozen bits which droppeth off," he explains, rising from his seat with a pint in one hand. Ehran rises with him, looking somewhat intrigued. "Come, Ehran. Let me show you some proper faith. Some proper powerful Godstuff. Bring yer drink. And yes, you don't have to be naked till yer ready, like."

"Godstuff?" he wonders as he stands up, also with a pint in one hand, and follows Derek, who leads him outside into the street, where the skies begin to grow dark. Derek looks upward, and Ehran does so as well with bated breath.

"Look at this. Oh Karse, please show us how I am prepared to meet thine terrifying-whilst-naked cold!" he says, and focuses his drunken intellect upward, his mind bending and twisting freely as the fundamental lies take form. In this case, the form is that of a small ball of fire, flying upward for a bit before burning up and dissipating. Ehran, despite the lackluster performance, still looks impressed.

"Ooh! If I was all being with the nakedness, would I be getting to do that?" he asks.

* * * * *

Wilhelm, though disappointed at leaving the obvious hub of activity in the town, realizes that he can't go back - what if he were trapped in one of those hideous conversations about weighing salt or whatever it is merchants talk about? Unacceptable! He must make himself suitably foppish and unrecognizable first, he suspects, so that none will dare bore him with such trivia, or so that he would at least seem entirely a plausible sort to turn around and walk off when somebody so much as brings up the subject of the dreadful state of today's economy in conversation.

Wandering through the town, however, he discovers that any and all establishments that would sell him anything he might care about or use appear to be closed at this hour - clearly, a proper gentleman does all of their shopping in the afternoon around here. However, he does notice an establishment of interest - a drinking establishment, to be exact. An upscale one, no less, with what seems like a great deal of patrons, both lovely ladies and jovial gentlemen having fun - quite the contrast to the formal atmosphere of the inn. And, judging from the way the guard outside does not see fit to stop him, Wilhelm feels that he would fit right in without a whole lot of trouble amidst these individuals.

* * * * *

Brennus is quite cautious of revealing information about himself - after all, who knows how noose-happy the locals are? Presumably very - there was an air of boredom about this town, and boredom does breed excessive cruelty.

"Do? Well I do a bit a this an a bit of that. I trap for furs when the mood strikes, hunt, I'll do anything that requires true strength."

"Anything that requires true strength?" the woman asks.

"Anything that requires true strength," Brennus confirms, his eyes narrowing into slits as he nods.

"Hm... well... that is quite interesting," she replies, leaning forward, then leaning back.

"It actually isn't. In fact, with my current lifestyle, I need to come into town to ward off creeping insanity regularly," he admits.

"Oh."

There is a moment of grim silence.

"So, how about those mountains, eh?" Brennus asks with a smile.

"Mountains?" the woman wonders.

"Yeah, mountains. What's up with them?"

"Er... quite a few things, I would guess. They're pretty high up mostly."

"Indeed. I've always wanted to explore the mountains, but I've never really known where to start," Brennus confesses.

"There's dragons there now, I hear," the woman offers a tad nervously.

"Oh? But don't people live there?"

"They do, yes... there's actually a lot of towns up there. Heh. Me and my father are actually from around there," she elaborates.

"Don't the dragons eat them regularly? Or set them on fire and then eat them?" Brennus wonders.

"No, no, not at all," she says, shaking her head. "They live pretty nicely with the dragons - you just need to give them all of your dead, and then they're fed and there's no corpses, and everyone's happy. Erm, generally."

"Generally?"

"Well, yes. There's no corpses anymore. And we're gravediggers by trade. So... yes, not everyone likes the arrangement perfectly. We didn't have much to do, so we moved north. There's a lot of dead here, and somebody needs to bury them all. And it's easier to dig 'round here."

"Oh. Say, you ever hear of a mountain peak that looks like a gravestone? A sort of knobby thing on top of a regular kind of mountain? With a town located at the foot, or maybe on the slope?" Brennus ventures to ask, veering away from the corpse talk.

"That's Giltie. The town, that is. They've got doors of gold, they do. Got more gold than they know what to do with, and nobody else in the mountains wants it, either. And the mountain is Grobbisol Peak. Very distinctive, and you can see it from pretty far off on a good day. There's many of those in the mountains, unlike down here. Blasted rain."

"Well, is it really that bad here? You have work. That's good."

"That's the only good thing about it, actually, between the depressing people, death in the air, druid arsonists, the rare orc and the rampant disease. And even the work there is too much of. Can hardly handle it all these days, frankly, there's so many corpses. Corpses everywhere, I tell you," the lady explains, looking slightly miffed, though not at Brennus. "I keep looking for an assistant gravedigger-"

"Nuuuu!" her father interjects, sounding displeased and lightly confused.

"Shush, father. You're getting on in the years, and we need to keep up with the times. It's either that or getting a husband," she tells her father, who gives her a gaze full of disapproval while she, in turn, looks at Brennus again. "I've been looking for someone, like I said. Somebody to help me dig graves, so that my father can have a rest once in a while, you know? It can be hard work at times, but there is money in it. You did well with the caskets, I saw. Maybe you'd be interested?" she asks, looking a tad hopeful.

* * * * *

Edwin is a little curious about what sort of thing he may have just destroyed, and conducts a close examination - he can't really see, but from the size and general shape he deduces that it's probably a sign of some kind. And, considering he can't see a dang thing anyway, he just sits down and waits for conditions to improve - trying to discover more about the area under these conditions can only end humorously, tragically or as a mixture of both.

Of course, it takes a while for conditions to improve, but the Moon prevails eventually, freeing itself of whatever dark force was enslaving it and shining down on Edwin's path once more, and at once he sees the vague outlines of a dark, entirely lightless town. A town in quite a state of ruin, he deduces, from how many of the roofs have evidently collapsed. And this, as far as he can tell, is the main street of the place. If there is anyone at all living here, they seem to be very good at hiding this fact.

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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many
« Reply #121 on: June 29, 2014, 08:51:07 am »

There may be a way to turn the town's desperation into an asset, but I will need some time to think about it. The break to updates is fine; have fun, whatever you'll be doing.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many
« Reply #122 on: July 11, 2014, 10:38:08 am »

Oh hey, nobody posted! That simplifies catching up, though it is a little disappointing. Ah well.

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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many
« Reply #123 on: July 11, 2014, 11:57:14 am »

Look for a person or family who are planning to move out of the town, towards the south. Offer my aid in preparations and travel in exchange for hitching a ride with them. It's a long shot, but well worth it if this works.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many
« Reply #124 on: July 11, 2014, 12:24:36 pm »

Wilhelm sizes up the bar's patrons, looking for groups that he might want to associate himself with, before approaching the bartender and removing a coin from his turban to buy a drink with.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many
« Reply #125 on: July 11, 2014, 02:58:28 pm »

((sorry HB! kept thinking, ooh, can do this one later...))

"Well, you might be able to, yes - but the nakedness is but a first step, see! Look, you don't need to get naked right away, but just believe in the rightness of it all, eh! That's what faith is all about, innit, right - thinking, well, I might not want to get naked right now in front of strangers, but perhaps later I'll be ready. That's the same how it was for me. First I thought, eh? Then I thought, ah. Faith, see?"

Derek pauses, perhaps thinking briefly about why the fireball hadn't been bigger and more dangerous this time and then somewhat losing his train of thought.

"Yersee, Ehran. If you fancy it, you can stay dressed, but come with me to the mountain. Karse sent me a vision t'other night - I have to go to the mountain. Then perhaps you'll see the glory of Karse. She won't think bad of you for only considering the nakedness - it's a first step to godliness, after all, consideringness. What do you say, Ehran? You wanna come on a pilgrimage to the mountain? I can't promise nothing but I can try to show you the burningness."

Invite Ehran to travel to the mountain. Then go back inside and ask the barman if knows where the mountain is.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 5, Wherein Revelations Are Many
« Reply #126 on: July 11, 2014, 03:09:25 pm »

"Oh dear oh dear, shall I never find my way back to civilisation? Ah well, might as well explore these ruins. Perhaps I will find riches beyond my wildest dreams!" Edwin chuckles.

Go to the nearest building, knock on the door. If nobody answers, enter the building and look around. Wish that I had flashlight.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #127 on: July 15, 2014, 03:17:25 pm »

Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be

Emilia, upon getting to know this town better, is becoming decreasingly convinced that there may be some plausible reason why anyone would ever want to stay here. Following this runaway train of logic, she figures somebody else might have had the same thought - a sensible bunch of people, maybe a family or something, who have decided to move southward, where a no doubt more eventful and possibly prosperous existence awaits. That would just be peachy to find, she decides.

And lo and behold, there's someone right there! A group of people - a man, a woman and two children, a little boy and a slightly older girl, practically a family stereotype, currently loading up a cart with their belongings. They seem to be handling themselves perfectly well, but Emilia is not one to throw luck like this away, and quickly approaches the group. The man, to be specific - the lady appears rather busy at the moment atop the cart. He's a small man, a weaselly look about him, his clothes pretty shabby and his eyes a tad drunk.

"Hello," Emilia says. "I cannot help but notice that you seem to be about to move out."

"That we are," the fellow confirms.

"Southward?" she asks.

"Sorta. Down to Yungor. Got family there," the man explains, looking back at the woman atop the cart for a moment.

"Need any help with preparations?" Emilia follows up with the obvious question.

"Naw. Not really," the man says.

"I hear chatting! Who goes there?" the woman atop the cart shouts, leaning out over the edge, her eyes closed. She's rather young, and also quite good-looking, though also somewhat weathered. "Who're you talking to, Ziph? Somebody you know?"

"It's just a stranger, Reen," Ziph says, turning to the woman.

"Sounded like a woman, it did," Reen says a little accusatorily.

"She's still here, you know," Ziph replies impatiently.

"Oh. Sorry. Whoever you are, didn't mean to be rude," the lady says theatrically, looking in Emilia's exact direction and grinning impudently.

* * * * *

Wilhelm, having found a rather tasteful establishment not frequented by people that would bore him to tears as far as he knows, wanders into the bar, casing the place and looking out for particular people of interest.

A cursory examination of the area reveals a wealth of information - a good portion of the women and almost all of the men around here are inexperienced irregulars, so to speak - most are talking about how much they prefer this place to the inn up on the hill, and carry with them a distinct newness. They seem to be doing little of interest, and saying even less, and Wilhelm gets the feeling that they may be a bunch of dullards drinking beyond their limits - not really a sophisticated crowd beneath their glossy current surface.

Aside from them, there are several other groups present - a fairly conspiratorial, shadowy corner table where two middle-aged women and a young man currently reside, sneeringly and quietly conversing about something, a slightly filthy-looking woman in a torn dress drinking heavily at the bar all by herself, and a group of three other women garbed in burlap robes drinking... water? They look pretty sober, anyway.

Having looked around, Wilhelm walks over to the bar, purchasing a drink to start the night off with out of his turban fund - sadly for his attempts at dramatic effect, it takes two coins rather than just one. But a drink is had, and he can now begin proper socialization.

* * * * *

Derek tries his hand at explaining the complex theology of Karse's followers to Ehran, hoping to lead the eejit onto the right path.

"Well, you might be able to, yes - but the nakedness is but a first step, see! Look, you don't need to get naked right away, but just believe in the rightness of it all, eh! That's what faith is all about, innit, right - thinking, well, I might not want to get naked right now in front of strangers, but perhaps later I'll be ready. That's the same how it was for me. First I thought, eh? Then I thought, ah. Faith, see?" he tells the fellow, who nods along. "Yersee, Ehran. If you fancy it, you can stay dressed, but come with me to the mountain. Karse sent me a vision t'other night - I have to go to the mountain. Then perhaps you'll see the glory of Karse. She won't think bad of you for only considering the nakedness - it's a first step to godliness, after all, consideringness. What do you say, Ehran? You wanna come on a pilgrimage to the mountain? I can't promise nothing but I can try to show you the burningness."

Ehran seems to be considering it thoroughly.

"I dunno. I'd hafta be asking my sweetheart if she wants to be coming with. And I'm thinking she won't want to be coming with. And so she'd be killing me when I was getting back, if I was getting back. I'm thinking not. But you'd need to be asking my sweetheart, yeah," he says after a minute's thought. And though the question's not entirely resolved, this does remind Derek of the issue where he has no idea where the mountain is. So he goes back inside the tavern and asks the font of wisdom that is the barman.

"Say, you know where I could find some mountains?" he asks of the man, who shrugs.

"South, I guess. Far south. Broken Fingers. Now those there are mountains. They've got towns plated in gold there too, I hear," he says. "Lots of weird things there, apparently. And dragons."

* * * * *

Edwin is beginning to lose faith in his civilization-finding abilities. Quite miserable, all in all. Where'er he goes, there is devastation, desolation and depopulation, but little to no civilization. But still, he refuses to lose faith, still a man of God and optimism despite these setbacks, and goes to investigate a particularly promising collapsed building for life. He knocks on the door.

"Y-heees?" an odd, shrill voice emanates from within the building. "What-do-you-want?"

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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #128 on: July 15, 2014, 03:26:54 pm »

Towns of gold, eh? Derek heads back from the bar, hopefully with a pair of pints.

"Well, Ehran, how about would your sweetheart like the towns of gold, down in them there mountains? We could get her one, right?"

Derek begins to feel that perhaps his oratory skills need some kind of development, or his just plain basic persuasion skills need improving, or he needs better fireballs, and begins to lose heart a little.

"Look, Ehran, you know. I understand about family. I won't feel sore if your sweetheart don't want to leave round here, and I won't feel sore if you don't want to leave her. Love is like being in the very bosom of Karse, and sometimes as naked, but rarely with as much fire, so you see it's nearly as good, I suppose. I won't begrudge you yer loving, but how abouts we just have a few more pints before you head home to think it over, eh?"

Speak the above, then see how many more pints I can afford - buy another three each if possible. Possibly some crisps - cheese and onion. Down two pints as quick as I can.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #129 on: July 15, 2014, 03:33:05 pm »

Accept apology and introduce myself. Bring up my experience in traveling. Politely ask to accompany the family. If they refuse, offer payment in money and/or services. (Not "services", however, the wife seems quite jealous.) If there is still doubt, explain that I'm on a mission from God and really do need a ride.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #130 on: July 15, 2014, 04:30:24 pm »

Towns of gold, eh? Derek heads back from the bar, hopefully with a pair of pints.

"Well, Ehran, how about would your sweetheart like the towns of gold, down in them there mountains? We could get her one, right?"

Derek begins to feel that perhaps his oratory skills need some kind of development, or his just plain basic persuasion skills need improving, or he needs better fireballs, and begins to lose heart a little.

"Look, Ehran, you know. I understand about family. I won't feel sore if your sweetheart don't want to leave round here, and I won't feel sore if you don't want to leave her. Love is like being in the very bosom of Karse, and sometimes as naked, but rarely with as much fire, so you see it's nearly as good, I suppose. I won't begrudge you yer loving, but how abouts we just have a few more pints before you head home to think it over, eh?"

Speak the above, then see how many more pints I can afford - buy another three each if possible. Possibly some crisps - cheese and onion. Down two pints as quick as I can.

You can afford quite a few pints, and buy three for yourself and three for Ehran, who considers your words grimly. There's no crisps available, though. As you down two pints and he downs one, he has a thought that seems to make him brighten up a tad.

"Hey! How about you go about with the telling of things to her, now? You sort of make sense. Maybe she'll be listening? Want to be going and seeing her?"

Accept apology and introduce myself. Bring up my experience in traveling. Politely ask to accompany the family. If they refuse, offer payment in money and/or services. (Not "services", however, the wife seems quite jealous.) If there is still doubt, explain that I'm on a mission from God and really do need a ride.

"No offense taken. I'm Emilia, by the way."

"Delighted to meet you, Emilia. I'm Reen. And this... is Ziph," she says, dramatically accentuating the man's name, her eyes still closed.

"Yep, I'm Ziph," Ziph seems to agree.

"Charmed. You see, I was previously wondering if you were perchance going south, and that seems to be the case."

"Well, Yungor's not exactly proper south, but yes, continue," Reen interjects.

"Well, the fact of it is, I would like very much to go with you."

"How so?"

"If I had to venture a guess, Ziph, I'd guess it's because this town is a worthless hole in the ground with a dock, and it seems the dock hasn't exactly panned out for dear Emilia."

"Quite. So, how about it?"

"Well..." Ziph begins, but Reen cuts him off.

"Of course we'll take you with us! At least you'll serve as a change of pace, eh, Ziph?"

"Uh..."

"Besides, you sound pretty. And you probably can help us get all this junk on the cart. The kids are probably getting exhausted, the little munchkins. Show her what needs to be done, Ziph!" Reen says, and Ziph looks at you, seeking assent from the looks of it.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #131 on: July 15, 2014, 05:29:44 pm »

"Ah, excuse me dear sir and or madam. I seem to have rather lost my way. The mind gets somewhat befuddled when one meets an orc eye to eye I'm afraid. Would you mind telling me where I am and what this place is?" Asks Edwin, smiling holding his hands behind his back and standing slightly stooped.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #132 on: July 15, 2014, 10:38:20 pm »

Wilhelm doesn't spend much time thinking about which of the three tables he's going to join. Water-drinking? In a place like this? No fun. Filth? Filthy. Conspiracy and intrigue though... That's the kind of stuff that either gets you places, or gets you killed, which is an acceptable risk/reward ratio in Wilhelm's mind. Taking a sip of his drink, he slides up to the table and gives the young man a playful punch to the shoulder, followed by a wink that could either be interpreted as either conspiratorial or incredibly flirtatious, or possibly both.

"Heya pal, mind if I even the odds a bit?" Wilhelm says, gesturing towards the two women as he takes a seat.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #133 on: July 16, 2014, 01:27:45 am »

Help as instructed, then hop on the cart if there are no more preparations left to do.
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Re: Birth of a Deity: Turn 6, Due South, That's The Way It Has To Be
« Reply #134 on: July 16, 2014, 01:35:39 am »

"Ah, excuse me dear sir and or madam. I seem to have rather lost my way. The mind gets somewhat befuddled when one meets an orc eye to eye I'm afraid. Would you mind telling me where I am and what this place is?" Asks Edwin, smiling holding his hands behind his back and standing slightly stooped.

"Yungor! Sunniest town in the South!" goes the voice, its source unseen.

"Yungor!" another voice echoes the words from further away.

"Yungor!" yet another joins it from afar.

"Sunnytown! Yungor!" a final, barely audible voice can be heard, as well as distant noises. Something seems to have been roused by the call.

Wilhelm doesn't spend much time thinking about which of the three tables he's going to join. Water-drinking? In a place like this? No fun. Filth? Filthy. Conspiracy and intrigue though... That's the kind of stuff that either gets you places, or gets you killed, which is an acceptable risk/reward ratio in Wilhelm's mind. Taking a sip of his drink, he slides up to the table and gives the young man a playful punch to the shoulder, followed by a wink that could either be interpreted as either conspiratorial or incredibly flirtatious, or possibly both.

"Heya pal, mind if I even the odds a bit?" Wilhelm says, gesturing towards the two women as he takes a seat.

The group at the table shield their eyes from your shiny turban, which seems to be reflecting light in a rather unfortunate way from your current position. In addition, your attempts at familiarity don't seem to be overly appreciated by them.

"Would you kindly seek your amusement elsewhere?" one woman asks, tapping her spidery finger against her sizable forehead impatiently.

"Indeed! We are trying to have a conversation without the input of any of the local drunks, thank you very much!" her companion, mannishly handsome for a woman, adds in a gravelly voice. The man says nothing, and merely glares at you.
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