(First, the boring part)
Frea Calls a MeetingRecorded by Inaluct
Attending:
Frea, Mayor
Legon, Hanger-on
Erith, “High Priestess” (note sarcasm)
Solon, Former Mayor
Keilden, Captain of Guard
Transcript Follows:
“So! Now that we've got everyone important together- Solon, dear, what are you doing here?”
“Well, Frea, as I'm still the official manager and broker here, and seeing as how I, you know, founded this place... I figured that-”
“Oh, all right. Moving on to real business! Temples. I know that most of you feel the same way as I do. We've been here for over four years, and there still isn't a proper temple built for any of the gods. Oh, of course we began construction on one, but it seems as though the previous administration”
“Hey!” (Note: At this point Keilden makes threatening motion towards Solon with hammer. Protesting from Solon, snideness from Legon, etc. Not worth writing.)
“Sorry, Solon, but it's true. Anyway, it seems the previous administration just didn't feel it was necessary to put our full effort into this. I think the results of that foolishness are pretty clear. We've had nothing but disaster since setting foot here, and that says to me that the gods are unhappy. There's only one way to appease them, which is”
“Sacrifice! We must make a sacrifice to Ozor, Lord of Dreams!”
“Maybe later, Erith, dear. No, I'm talking about a grand temple, one with room for all of our respective gods! Naturally, Idrath will have the most prestigious spot...
(Much shouting and argument here. Went to get a drink. Came back, and meeting was over. Considered that a job well done. Went to get another drink.)
From the Journals of Solon Wardbridges, Late Summer 206
Frea asked me to do a rough sketch of all the various construction projects that we have going on. She's been nothing but irritating ever since she stole my job (her latest demand is for a solid gold chalice), but I figured, why the hell not? If nothing else, it'll show her just what she's got herself in to.
Time to get to work, Frea! I also wonder how she's going to deal with the king's messenger come the fall. Well, it's not a question that I have to worry about, because I'm not the mayor any more, am I? Heh.
(Next! Merchants! Goblins! Possibly an execution or two!)