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Yeah! Loving all the aspects of it, and the original series got a bit boring, to be honest.

It's quite good, and has everything a SPAMKINGDOM should have.

It's okay, wouldn't mind seeing the original series updated again though.

I WANT MY FIREBLOOD EMPIRE BACK RIGHT NOW!!!1eleven

[Weirdsound]

B

[ZBridges]

B

[Kashyyk]

B

[Haspen]

You tell the Acolyte that you will visit the Oracle as soon as it is possible. He bows and leaves without speaking again.

Next week, you arrive at the Temple of the Firstborn, the singular and only one of the sect of the Oracles of the Firstborn. The Firstborn were the first children of the Mother and the Father, gifted with powers of conjuration, divination and tongue-speaking, yet their pride and excesses caused their fall. Only their youngest daughter, Sara, survived, and embraced a path of seclusion, divination and counselling for those willing to avert bad luck or gain insight into the future.

At least that's what you hear from the acolytes who welcome you to the temple. Everything in here is white - the tapestries, the walls, the roofs and the furniture is made of white-ish timber.

You enter the main chamber where the Oracle herself is sitting, on a pile of dirt and bones. She wears a simple, white robe with a hood that covers her shaved head. Two braziers flank her, and you see wisps of blue smoke emanating from ashen-grey and dark-blue coals inside them.

"Greetings, King Amet of Kastoria. Before I tell you my vision, tell me truthfully, what is your... favorite color?"

A) "White."
B) "I... don't know really. Never thought about it."
C) "It is... (pick a color)."

[Superdorf]

I smell a Monty Python reference. 

C-- Orange!

[Weirdsound]

Lets not try to flatter her and say white.

C: Gold. The field of wheat, the gleam of coins, the light of sun, the tongue of flame. Fortune and disaster.

[Rockeater]

I smell a Monty Python reference. 

C-- Orange!

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[Naturegirl1999]

I smell a Monty Python reference. 

C-- Orange!

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(Is there a reason you chose this color, Superdorf?)

[mightymushroom]

C: Gold. The field of wheat, the gleam of coins, the light of sun, the tongue of flame. Fortune and disaster.

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[helmacon]

C: Gold. The field of wheat, the gleam of coins, the light of sun, the tongue of flame. Fortune and disaster.

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[auzewasright]

C: Gold. The field of wheat, the gleam of coins, the light of sun, the tongue of flame. Fortune and disaster.

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Also: the capital of Assyria is (or was) Nineveh, and the airspeed velocity of an unladen European Swallow is about 24 mph.

[Atian the Elephantman God]

C: Gold. The field of wheat, the gleam of coins, the light of sun, the tongue of flame. Fortune and disaster.

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Also: the capital of Assyria is (or was) Nineveh, and the airspeed velocity of an unladen European Swallow is about 24 mph.

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[Superdorf]

(Is there a reason you chose this color, Superdorf?)

Eh, not really. I just like orange.

The gold thing is fine too, I suppose. Nice and poetic.

[hops]

C: Blood orange
It's like red, but better.

[Haspen]

"It is gold."

"Gold, is it? Are you sure its because you like this color, or because the voices in your head said so?" You blink and stare in consternation and confusion.

"What do you mean, Oracle?"

"The destiny of you and your descendants and ancestors is reigned by whimsical choices of the many voices inside you, rilling you up with uncertainity. Can you not hear them now? Turn your head and see the truth."

For a brief moment, you can see that King Amet is looking at you.

Then you look back at the Oracle, confused.

"Not sure what you mean, Oracle. Nobody's here but me and you." She shakes her head.

"No matter. What you need to do is to free the enemies of the Fai, the Piedgordas. These people of earth and rock have no flesh to consume or no wombs to impregnate, and they hate the Fai with passion, for once they were their servants. They sleep, sleep deeply because the Fly has perched on their Calling Stone and mutes its song. Travel to the Silvery Mountains, for the westernmost peak has the entrance to the cave where the Piedgordas slumber. Inside, find the Stone and swat the Fly off it, so that the Song might be heard by the slumbering ones once again." This gets a little bit too esoteric and mystical to you.

Suddenly you realize that the scent of the brazier smoke is strangely reminiscent to some weeds used by certain, eccentric nobles to 'entertain' themselves.

A) "I'm not sure I've understood everything, but I shall do as you ask."
B) "I will send someone to do what you ask me to, no need to endanger myself."
C) "This is madness, induced by your smoke! I need no such insane counsel."