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Lisette looks over to both Sandra and Yuna, expectant and eager in approach. “So what are your names? Are you two some great mages working under Vala?”

“I'm Yuna! I'm just about as good as a great mage. I'm a servant!” Yuna replies, a confident poise in her demeanor.

“A holy servant?” Lisette asks.

“No, just a normal one.”

“Never mind her.” Sandra brushes aside Yuna. “She makes it her personal mission to confuse and stupefy everybody around her.” Lowering her head slightly, your vassal introduces herself. “Pleased to meet you. I'm Sandra, the Twenty-And-Second Vassal of Eire.

“Oh, a vassal,” chirps Lisette. Her rounded eyes sharpen at the word. “How is that like, being a descendant of a god?”

“I don't feel like I'm different from any other person,” admits Sandra. “I'm a vassal by name only.”

“That's fine. As long as you don't act like you're better than us. Those kinds of people are the worst. Definitely.” Lisette frowns, brooding over the matter.

“Lisette,” her friend beckons, rubbing his arm in discomfort. “Idle chat is nice and all, but we should be leaving. We should head further east, outside of Arcadia.”

“I'm in no hurry, Sieg. Why are you so antsy to leave?”

“Just a bad feeling I have.”

Lisette shrugs. “If you say so.”

“Leaving?” asks Yuna.

“Yeah. You're welcome to join us if you want. And by that, I mean, you should definitely come along!” Lisette ardently clasps her hands, intently waiting for your answer.

Well.

>Might as well. You're not exactly occupied.
>You'll stick around Arcadia. You're not yet done here.

>>38241861
>>Might as well. You're not exactly occupied.

>>38241887
>Might as well. You're not exactly occupied.
Let's see how far we can go with this.

>>38241861
>Might as well. You're not exactly occupied.

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You might as well. You're not exactly occupied. “Alright. We will join you. Is that alright, Sandra? Yuna?”

“It's not like we really have a choice in the matter,” states Sandra. “But I don't really mind.”

“Adventure!” giggles Yuna, raising her arm in the air.

“Alright. Looks like we're in agreement, then.”

“How far will you go?” asks the man.

“Truthfully, I have no idea. We've been traveling through Arcadia for a while now. I don't really have a destination in mind.”

“That's fair. We don't particularly have one in mind either.” The man lets Lisette forward, giving her the lead. She bounces to the front of the group, walking towards the road in vigor.

“By the way,” you call to the man. “I never got your name. Or your other friend's.” The smaller girl shies away from you in response.

“I'm Siegmund,” he declares, pointing to himself. Then he looks over at the girl hiding from you. “And this is Mia.”

“Nice to meet you both.” You nod, keeping a good pace with Siegmund's walking speed. Your followers tag along too, “So what is it that is making you leave Arcadia?”

“We banded together by chance, but it's mostly because we all have circumstances that make us want to leave.” Siegmund pauses, looking over Lisette and Mia. “I used to be a guard at the time of Arkad's reign, but I left the force because I didn't really agree with how authority handled justice. And then I was locked in jail. So when I was freed, Arkad became Arcadia. I don't have a grudge against Arcadia, but I'd like a fresh start somewhere else.”

“That's fair. A fresh start is nice for a time like this.”

“It'd be nice if we could give everyone a fresh start,” says Lisette. She trips over a loose stone, bumping into Mia. As a result, she collides with Siegmund, and then you. Mia immediately backs away upon contact.

>You should give Mia some space. She doesn't seem to like you
>Ask Mia what's bothering her
> Talk to Lisette about why she's leaving Arcadia

>>38242450
>>Ask Mia what's bothering her
>> Talk to Lisette about why she's leaving Arcadia

>>38242450
>>Ask Mia what's bothering her
>> Talk to Lisette about why she's leaving Arcadia

>>38242450
>>38242450
>You should give Mia some space. She doesn't seem to like you
> Talk to Lisette about why she's leaving Arcadia sup Nano
> Sigmund
Funny way of saying Chinhold kek

>>38242450
>Ask Mia what's bothering her
> Talk to Lisette about why she's leaving Arcadia

>>38242450
>Ask Mia what's bothering her.
>Talk to Lisette about why she's leaving Arcadia

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“Is there anything wrong, Mia?” you ask. You try your best to seem unassuming and helpful, keeping some distance between you and Mia.

She vehemently shakes her head side to side, swishing around her ponytail in a circle. “No.” She looks down at her feet, taking shorter and shorter steps. “I don't know how to act around a god.”

“You don't have to act any different. Just act like you would usually do,” you assure her.

Siegmund crosses his arms. “It's a different for Mia, though. Her hometown was a pretty religious sector, so she must have some issues.” He gently coaxes Mia to continue.

“We were always told to act on the will of the gods, but nobody really taught us how. I've... never met a god in person before. Up until I became a captive, I was preparing to become an apprentice to a priestess, where I would take care of a shrine.”

“You were a captive?” Sandra asks, a look of anger and disappointment flashing through her face. “Are you alright?”

“I'm okay,” Mia kicks a lone branch on the road. “Nothing happened. My shackles magically broke one day and I ran away and then met Lis and then met Sieg.”

“What about now?” prods Yuna. “Where's a cute thing like you going to stay?”

The girl deliberates. After some thought, she simply says, “With Sieg and Lis.”

>>38243273
“I suppose that's good enough for now. So all of you are leaving Arcadia together?”

“That's the plan!” Lisette grins, beaming at her two companions.

“Mmmm,” you drawl. “Are you leaving Arcadia too for similar reasons?”

“Kinda,” she replies, drawing her attention to the clouds in the sky. “I was locked up until the ruin of Arkad. I released slaves from captivity and ran from the guards. I was sort of a criminal. And then you freed me, so that was nice! Praise Vala.” Siegmund and Mia don't say anything, quieting themselves.

“Do you two dislike me?” you inquire, unsure of their actions.

“It's not that,” denies Siegmund. “We don't hate you. It is because of you that brought us all together. However, the public does not share the same opinion, so we hold our voices to ourselves.”

“I see,” you muse. A complicated matter, opinions are.

Mia shamefully lowers her head. “Are you upset?”


>You have no reason to be
>Only a little.
>You're upset at yourself
>

>>38243290
>"Why would I be?"

>>38243290
>"Why would I be?"

>>38243290
"I would be awfully petty of me to begrudge someone for being quiet to stay safe"

>>38243290
>>Only a little.

>>38243290
"Why would I be?"

>>38243290
>"Why would I be?"

>>38243290
>"Why would I be?"
Vala doesn't really care about the trivial stuff.

>>38243290
You don't have to be ashamed for being quiet. You had no interest in being social martyrs, and I can respect that. That you still held your beliefs was enough.

>>38243290

nah.

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“No. Why would I be?” You shrug. “You don't have a responsibility to declare your beliefs to others. There's no harm in staying safe. Don't be ashamed. I won't berate you for making the right decision. Your kindness and thoughts are enough.”

“I chose not to keep quiet!” Lisette speaks up. “Who cares if the public doesn't think the same way as us? This isn't Arkad. What are they going to do, oppress us? I don't think so.”

“Lisette, we've been over this already.” Siegmund crossly glares at her. She returns his glare with one of her own.

“I'm not going to drop it. You should know this by now. When will you concede that I'm right and you're wrong?”

Sandra attempts to quell the flames. “I don't think anybody's wrong in this argument.”

Your group is stopped short as the path leads to a particularly violent river, roaring white froth in its wake. The flow of the water is harsh enough to wear down stone to rubble. However, it doesn't look too deep. You could wade in it without dampening your clothes. If it were calm.

“Should we head another way?” asks Siegmund, hesitant of the rushing waters.

Hmmm. “We could. I could also try and calm the waters, if nobody objects to it.”

“A holy demonstration!” Lisette's in full support.

“It would be convenient,” Siegmund adds. Mia nods to the sentiment.

All right.

>Roll 1d100 + 30

Rolled 5 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>38243997

Rolled 8 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>38243997

>>38244038
Fucking tripfag

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>38243997

>>38243997
Taking about an hour intermission. Would you all want me to the post a short in the meantime or answer question?

Rolled 12 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>38243997

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>>38244038
>>38244083
>>38244060

>>38244104
Vala is bretty good with magic, we shouldn't worry overly much.

>>38244104
take your FNAF OC and go and stay go

>>38244145
>FNAF
What is that?

>>38244179

http://lmgtfy.com/?q=FNAF

>>38244078
Questions. You can always post the short at the end of the thread.

>>38244192
I did that but as the image is older then that game I assumed I was mistaken.

Rolled 48 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>38243997

Rolled 85 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>38243997

Rolled 90 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>38243997
Rollan

p sure op takes first 3 rolls

I'm back. Writing now.

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The heavy current of water roars savagely, the river slicing through the land. The waters are merciless today. It would be a feat to cross this river. For humans. You pull up the pant legs of your robe and roll up your sleeves.

“Vala. What in the world are you doing?” your vassal, as always, expresses her voice of reason and doubt.

“Just trust me on this.” Adjusting your clothes one last time, you plant your left foot into the water. The rush of the water almost sweeps you off your feet, but you manage to hold your ground. The ebb and flow of the current is strong, but the Wish Current is stronger. You quell the rampant flow of water, silencing its ferocious thundering.

The water stills to a tranquil stream. The screams and roars of the river are replaced by calm rest.

“We can pass.” You've managed to calm the waters. You escaped unharmed – with the sole exception of having your robe water-battered and damp.

“A miracle!” exclaims Lisette.

>>38246031
Sandra shrugs. “A rather minor thing to call a miracle, isn't it?”

Lisette holds a sore expression. “Aren't you a vassal? Shouldn't you be on his side?”

“I am, but that does not mean I can't scold him for his mistakes. His many, many mistakes.” Your vassal is the first to cross the stream. She lifts her traditional wear by holding the hem of the waist with one hand and her sandals with the other. “I try and keep Vala in check. Who else would be the voice of reason?”

“Me!” Yuna is the next to wade through the water. She keeps her shoes and and jumps through the water. Her dress isn't long enough to touch the water, but her hops make a splash, the water ricocheting off in all directions. “I can be the voice of reason.”

“No... no. No.” Sandra vehemently denies your servant's claim. “You can't.”

“I don't think I can be the voice of reason.” Lisette crosses the stream, keeping herself on her tiptoes. She's doing her best to not get her cloak tied around her waist wet. “I get too hot-headed.”

“Really now.” Siegmund smirks at Lisette. He has the hardest time crossing the river, the equipment from his bag weighing him down in the water. His sword almost sinks into the water, but he has a tight grip on it. “I would have never guessed.”

Mia gingerly dips herself into the water, bracing herself. By account of how short she is, Mia sinks almost waist-level into the river. She's currently struggling to move forward, stuck in position. Um.

>Hoist her up and carry her out
>Drag her along. The follow through is important
>Leave her be. She can do it!

>>38246031

somewhere towards the source, here the flow-slowing effect ends, a basin formed, probably flooding valuable farmland. well done, jackass.

>>38246080
>Hoist her up and carry her out
I has a suzu

>>38246080
>Hoist her up and carry her out
Ask her if that's alright first though.

>>38246080
>Hoist her up and carry her out

>>38246080
>>Drag her along. The follow through is important

>>38246080
>Hoist her up and carry her out

>>38246080

extend a hand to help. if she doesn't take it, leave her be.

>>38246080
>Hoist her up and carry her out

>>38246080
>Hoist her up and carry her out
Hoisted.

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You don't think she can make it without some help. She'll probably get soaked too if she manages to traverse farther into the stream. “Mia. Do you want some help?”

“...Yes,” she responds, resigned to her fate. She can't move without plunging into the water face first.

You're unsure how to go about this, but you decide the simplest conclusion is to throw her over your shoulder and carry her out of the water. “Alright. Trust me, okay?” You grab her by the back and behind the legs, hoisting her above the water. Making sure to take careful steps through the river, you wade through the stream and back to the road, where you put her down.

“Are we all set?” asks Lisette, not even batting an eye.

You pat your robe down, flicking away the droplets of water still clinging to it. “I think so. Are you alright, Mia?”

“Yeah.” She covers her face with the palm of her hand, sighing. “How embarrassing to make a mistake like that.”

“As long as you're fine.” Siegmund nods to you in appreciation. “Thanks for the help.”

You reciprocate the nod. “I don't mind.”

“The path should be clear.” Lisette looks over the roads. “We are about to reach the strait that leads to Avalon.”

“Have we really traveled that far?” you ask, surprised at how much distance you've covered since you left the capital.

Yuna draws an imaginary map with her fingers, tracing the route. “If you count the caravans, we went through all of Arcadia!”

“That's actually pretty incredible.”

The road progresses uphill, but Lisette is already at the top. She immediately crouches down and peeks over the other side of the hill. “Oh? I think I see bandits in the distance. They have some weapons on them and they're talking to some villagers.”

“Lisette,” Siegmund sternly utters. “Wait just a moment. Whatever you do, do not–”

But she's already gone over to the other side of the hill.

Siegmund lets out a wry groan. “Gahh...”

>Rush in first and assess the situation. You don't know how it is on the other side of the hill.
>Sense your surroundings and proceed from there. (Stat: Wish Intuition)
>Sneak to the top of the hill and see if your magic can help.

>>38246842
>Sense your surroundings and proceed from there. (Stat: Wish Intuition)

Lets not wreck faces before asking questions.

>>38246842
>Sense your surroundings and proceed from there. (Stat: Wish Intuition)

>>38246842
>>Sense your surroundings and proceed from there. (Stat: Wish Intuition)

>>38246842
>Sense your surroundings and proceed from there. (Stat: Wish Intuition)

>>38246842
>Sense your surroundings and proceed from there

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Alrighty then. Roll 1d100 + 20

Rolled 79 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>38247106

Rolled 40 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>38247106

Rolled 49 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>38247106
Rollan

>>38247106

>>38247115
damn, so close to 100

>>38247181
Got 99 Problems but a bandit aint 1.

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You tap into the Wish Current, letting yourself be free from physical bond. Your sight leaves you and instead a steady streamline of wishes and desires flow through your vision. You leave the Wish Current, your ethereal mind returning to the physical plane. A group of ten surround a few villagers, but you don't feel any malicious intent. You can feel Lisette's soul, eager and ready, heading towards the group at a rapid speed. You decide to reappear right in front of Lisette, stopping her before she can do anything rash.

“Lisette,” you call to her. “We're okay. They're not bandits.”

“Are you sure?” she inquires. “They seem really threatening.”

“I am sure.” She looks behind her, looking over the scene. You do the same. Oh. After a cursory glance, you discover that you're at the foothills of Lymarck. Heading down the hill, you acknowledge the group of ten with your eyes. They seem to be confused but not aggressive. “Friends,” you speak to the group. “What is going on?”

“Trade negotiations.” A villager speaks up. “We have just declined.”

“But I'm sure both Lymarck and Avalon will mutually benefit from such a trade route.”

“I'm sorry for wasting your time.” A familiar voice. It's most definitely Lillian. “But we're satisfied with the way things are right now. We're not interested in trade.”

The men discuss with one another in private, reconvenes, and then sends out a single man to address Lillian. “Thank you for your time. If you ever wish to change your mind, please let us know.” They awkwardly take their leave, tending to their wagons and transports

“Lillian.” You wave to the other deity. At this time, your followers and the rest of Lisette's group rejoin you.

Lillian, upon seeing you, immediately lights up and waves back. “Vala! We just finished discussing a trade prospect with Avalon. We're not taking the offer. I hope you've been well. ”

“Somewhat. I've been around in Arcadia recently.” Seems like being Vala is fine when you're outside of Arcadia territory. “How goes things?”

“Things are looking up for Lymarck After what happened in Arkad, some peace and quiet is nice.”

“I agree.”

“Lisette.” Siegmund is furious. “Can you ever think for once? My god, you're a huge idiot and I need to tell you this every day.”

“...Sorry.”

You stifle a yawn. It's been a long trek. “If possible, could I rest for a while?”

Lillian chuckles. “Please do. You're welcome here.”

It's something you've taken for granted, being welcome at a lodging. You'll remember that. For now, you'll rest.

>Allocate one point into your stats.
Your current stats are:
>Miracles (innate) – 3
>Magics – 5
>Wish Intuition – 4
>Strength – 0
>Influence – 4

>>38248240
>Magic
Boost that fucker sky high

>>38248240
Influence it's got most bonuses to it.

>>38248240
>>Influence

>>38248240
>Strength
Just one point is all i want in this.

>>38248240
>>Wish Intuition

>>38248240
>Magic

>>38248240
>Magics

>>38248406
why bother, both of the Deities we've met had Strength 5 and Vala can easily toss them around without them even getting in range, and Magic can be used at any range

>>38248466
Isn't that because we rolled absurd numbers?

>>38248466
Mainly for the one time we should ever need it really. Not to mention, the throwing people around is because of good rolls, they don't last forever, so something that makes us a slightly less squishy thing is good.

>>38248529
>>38248554
granted our rolls have been excellent, but why fix what's not broken? Vala really isn't a fix things by hitting them kinda God and simply having points in a stat we'll never use seems pointless, would you go out of your way to punch something when you could throw a rock and get the same result? All I'm saying is look at what lvl 5 str Gods have managed to do compared to a lvl5 mag God

>>38248717
Its more for the personal endurance/strength. It also adds more options. A spell caster who can move is better than one stood still.

>>38248761
I'd vote for Strength once our other stats are at least 5, or if we managed to get 2 points to spend at once. It just seems like a weird turn to suddenly change directions and a single point just doesn't feel worth it right now, and at most I don't see Strength reaching higher than 3

>>38248824
Oh that is fine, i just want at least 1 point in it. Being above human will give us allot of options, and being able to move and not be screwed if we roll low just once or twice will be welcome.

>>38248240
>Influence

>>38248240
>Magic.

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Stats:
>Miracles (innate) – 3
>Magics – 5 → 6
>Wish Intuition – 4
>Strength – 0
>Influence – 4

Sleeping in a wagon and sleeping in a bed are two incomparable subject matters. You heave yourself out of bed after your quick catnap. Only you exit the cottage and figure out that your little catnap might have been several hours long. The sun is starting to dip underneath the clouds. You groggily stumble around, trying to walk the tired out of you.

Sandra's around the outskirts of the village, dipping her feet in a small pond. She kicks at the water, splashing around idly. You kick off your sandals and jump next to her, joining her in kicking the water. “Hiya.”

“Evening, Vala.” Sandra turns her head slightly towards you. She's still looking over the pond, tracing the edge of the waters with her eyes. “It's a nice day, today.”

“Is it?” you ask. “How can you tell?”

“Well...” she broods, pondering over your question. “I don't know. You can't really tell. The wind feels nice. The sky looks really pretty. You have to just feel it.”

“I've never been good at that.”

“You should work at it.” Sandra retracts her feet from the water, shaking off the clinging water from her skin.

“I'll try.” You pause for a moment. “Do you give lessons?”

“No.”

“Sandra, you're really mean sometimes. When will you humor me?”

“Never. As long as I'm your vassal.”

"Fine by me." You shrug. "Your loss." The wind blows across the small village of Lymarck, swaying the trees with its breeze. The cool air brushing across your face is rather pleasant. "You're right. It is a nice day, today."

>>38249689
That's the thread for today. I also have a back story short short prepared. Do you all want me to post it here?

>>38249752
sure

>>38249752
Go for it!

>>38249752
Yeah. Thanks for running too.

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They praised him with their fake, hollow cries of adoration. The people of the land exalted Eire by word and word only. Frankly, Eire couldn't give less of a damn about such sycophants. Therefore he did what any respectable god would do.

He cursed his disgusting fair-weather followers and ran away.

Eire retreated to the isles in the sky; Ffion as they were called. He retreated partly because he wanted self-solace, partly because he wanted some peace and quiet. A shame, because he was not able to obtain it.

“Stranger.” A cleric from the Holy Church of the Gods. His sneerish countenance was a poisonous sight. Eire resisted the urge to groan most unsubtly. “I recognize you not. Who are you?”

“A once-prisoner,” Eire griped, “thrown away like litter from the sky islands above.” It was a one-faced lie – any reasonable being would dismiss his claim as nothing more than a fabrication.

And yet the cleric seemed disgusted, even outraged, at this falsity. “You brutish fiend, leave this place at once, for we will not accept your kind here, devil.”

Eire complied, not wanting to hear such vile insults coming from a lesser being. Had he smitten the human, it would have provided temporary relief at the cost of stooping to the human's level. Many a god would have willed it, but not Eire. He believed humanity to be worth less than a passing fancy, only useful to gawk at when one truly despised oneself.

That was why he gawked.

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“Outsider,” a hoarse, raspy voice grated out. “Where are you from? I've not seen you.” It was the humble tailor, working enough to have his family live in modesty.

Eire breathed, closing his eyes in thought. “I come from the land below, shot out from a catapult for my own treachery. I stole from rich and peasant alike.” The god spewed self-slander, none of which was true.

But it was true enough for the tailor, the man seething in perceived retribution. “You dirty crook! Exit this holy land at once! There is no realm here for a sneak like yourself.”

“You are correct. There is no realm for me here.” Eire stared straight at and through the man. The tailor uneasily took a step back. The god sighed and walked away, turning to another direction. There is no use punishing the ignorant. It would be useless, like reprimanding a fly for buzzing. At this time, Eire wondered why he pursued humanity so doggedly.

It was a wonder indeed.

“Sir,” a voice called to him. “I do not think I know you.” It was a woman, clothed in the garbs of the Holy Church of the Gods. A priestess, if only by her wear. She did not have the proper self-righteousness or self-vanity to be a true follower.

“I am a murderer, sent to the dragons as measure of punishment. They swooped me to the highest point above and dropped me to this isle of yours.” The god slipped yet another lie. He waited until she rebuked him. But she didn't. Instead, she grabbed at Eire's arm worriedly, looking over him.

“Did you suffer so? Where are your wounds? I shall aid if need be.” A look of concern was not one Eire was used to seeing, throwing the god off guard.

“That was a lie,” he admitted. Shame filled his mind, an emotion that was reserved only for the rank and vile.

“I see,” the priestess murmured, absorbing your words earnestly. But before she could speak once more, a bellow of the carpenter sliced through her words.

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“You! Are you harassing yet another person?” The man clenched his teeth, gnashing them with a particular ugliness. Eire was about to return his question with a quick denial, but he pointed to the girl. “The Holy Church of the Gods hath said you were a sinner! Now repent like one!”

The woman, unfaltering in her stance, only bowed and nodded. “I am sorry.”

Stormy thoughts swirled through Eire's mind. There was a certain hatred saved only for those who deemed themselves greater than the meek and kind. A personal hatred where a man rebukes the one that promised aid and safe haven to Eire, despite the god's lies.

“Enough,” the god snapped, his voice crackling in the distance. The entire isle hushed itself. Having enough of such pleasantries of humans, he stained the skies with violent clouds.

A commotion stirred the isles, an updraft of human whispering riling the air.

The carpenter begged for forgiveness, planting his forehead to the ground. “I do not know how I have wronged you, esteemed god, but tell me how I may change to assist your needs.”

Eire shook his head in disgust. Absolutely filthy, this groveling man. “The only satisfiable change I desire is your expiration.”

The man cowered and fled from the scene. A larger crowd gathered murmuring a mix between wonder and awe.

Next was the tailor, who did not recognize Eire in his godly fashion. The man's ignorance shall be the end of him. “Most holy god, may you be kind enough to bestow on my family a comfortable life?”

Eire chuckled. How ridiculous. “No,” he answered. A disconcerted mumbling ran through the crowd. Eire could care less.

Finally, the cleric came forth. He shouted for the god's favor, hoping that volume alone would claim the holy one's attention. “Oh, great god! Give us your blessings for the Holy Church of the Gods! Take domain in our praise!”

Heaving a beastly sigh, Eire spat in the direction of the cleric. “I would much rather send myself to the darkest depths of the devil's lair, have my body be feasted on by maggots and gouge my eyes shut with my own nails than partake in your heathen church.”

“How wicked!” the cleric screams, horrified by the god's words. The rest of the crowd seems to agree, whining and whimpering over the god's non-blessings.

Absolutely sickening, thought Eire. “You fools do not realize that I am not one to act on benevolence. I am not your god. I am not even your acquaintance and dare you say that you deserve my kindness? I am Eire. You are all unworthy of my presence, you doggish ingrates.” Then, to the best of his ability, Eire adopted a softer look, gazing at the young priestess who had come to his aid. “All except one. What is your name, human?”

All eyes from the gathering focused on the girl. She, unaccustomed to such attention, spoke in fluster. “I-It is Meriandra.”

“Do you have a shrine?” asked Eire, a genuine curiosity flitting about in his eyes.

“I do not.”

“Then build one,” he commanded.

The crowd erupted into a wild roar, upset at such turnabouts. For such insolence, Eire sent a rogue bolt of lightning through the air, unamused by the mob's audacity. “Be still, you weaklings! Do you wish to be smitten or do your brains cease to function when gathered so compactly? Know that if you ever dare cross this girl, then you will receive the unrestrained fury of a wrathful god.” The crowd, in fear of divine rage, hurriedly dispersed, man and woman tripping over one another in chaos. An odd tranquility stilled the air, the peaceful quiet calming the deity.

“Meriandra,” said Eire, after a moment of respite. “Your full name.”

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The priestess seemed apprehensive at first, but answered obediently. “Meriandra Willow.”

“From the next day forward, you shall be known as Meriandra Eire. You will serve the holy deities, and you will be blessed. May you have my mercy and power at your disposal. My will shall be thine and mine, yours. You are worthy, where others are not. Be thankful.”

She kneeled, touching her forehead to his knuckles. “My eternal gratitude, Eire.”

He stiffened, almost pulling his hand back at her actions. “I am unfamiliar with this act of expression.”

“It is an act of devotion. An exaltation, perhaps.” Meriandra grew quiet, brooding to herself. “...What did you mean by, 'from the next day forward?'”

Eire answered simply, “You have a shrine to build.” She looked to her god with pleading eyes but he returned her gaze with a cold stare. “You will earn your blessing, priestess.”

Yet, she nodded and smiled a beautiful smile, tagging behind her deity. “I understand.”

It was then that Eire had at least one loyal subject. Perhaps that was satisfactory enough.

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Alrighty. Next thread will probably be Thursday. Don't quote me on that.
>quoting

>>38250456
Thanks for the bonus story, Nano. See ya next time.

>>38250456
Thank you Nano! Eire was kinda a world weary dick wasn't he?

>>38250872
Yeeeeeeeeeep.

Next thread will probably be on Thursday. As always, check the twitter for confirmation.

>>38250246
damn, missed the thread.

Eire...had no sense of responsibility or foresight, did he?