"Throw a feast in my honor. I would like to meet your master and their pantheon."
Bark-Ark nods and pulls calls for his schedule keeper, with whom he has a brief discussion before turning back to you.
"This I can do, m'lady. Before I host such a feast, however, I would like to remodel my fortress, and spend a few years hunting game worthy of such an occasion. As such it will have to wait a few years."
Eventually the two of you agree to hold the feast in the year 1.9 CS, a little more than a decade from now, which is not an unreasonable amount of time for a god to spend planning a proper feast. After a bit more small talk and dining, you depart from the seat of judgment, gather your assembled host, and return home!
Congratulations! Sunpetal, Goddess of Beauty, has completed a quest!0.9 CS:Interesting news reaches your throne. Apparently your followers who had been conscripted by the mountain dwarves to fight a distant war have returned!
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And they return in force! The soldiers are lead by a dwarf called Walnut, who left his home as a humble peasant only to strike the decisive blow against a Granite Titan, who was leading the enemy forces, and return a hero. Walnut travels with a large band of heavily armed mountain dwarves who swore their undying loyalty to him and converted to your cult per his demands.
Walnut has used his army to seize control of both of the towns where you are worshiped, sucessfully capture and convert a third nearby town of Chestnut Dwarves, and declare himself
The Emperor of All Things Beautiful On the surface this is a good thing; Walnut's actions have increased both the size and the stability of your following. Some in your court, however, explain that Walnut and his Empire of Beauty could cause problems down the road.
The new emperor is both devout and prideful to a fault. He refuses to take a wife, claiming that must love his mate for her beauty alone, but that no mortal beauty will ever be worthy of him. Without an heir, it is unlikely that Walnut's empire will last beyond his own death. Your courtiers ask how you intend to diffuse this probable future collapse.
A: Fetch me a bag with eye holes. I shall pay the bedchambers of this ugly dwarf a visit, and help him make an heir.
B: What is an imperial bloodline that can't trace it's roots to the gods? Fetch this mortal for me. He is to be my first husband.
C: Send my intermediary to order him to wed one of the nobles or priests from the town of Charity that I have blessed.
D: Send my intermediary to lecture him on the value of virtue and other internal beauties in a wife.
E: This dwarf's pride offends me, and I do not wish for an autocrat to rule over my subjects! Punish him!
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