"This is cozy..." Sparks says with a frown, keeping her distance from the beasts. "Is there a reason we took this side trip?" She asks, glancing to her companions.
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"Other than the fact that they are big and could kill us if they choose, I know very little about these fellows."
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GreatAxeblade: You are still quite sure this is some sort of temple to a bison god and that these bison somehow erected this temple themselves.
Emra: You notice some of the finer details of this place, depictions of secret tunnels, wildlife of all sorts (but mainly panthers and serpents), and the small shrine, with a few coins on it, and some other treasures. The shrine is placed before a moderately-sized statue of a kneeling woman, with hair in an updo, eyes that are both kind and stern, and a cloak, wrapped around her with the hood down. Her hands are outstretched, holding a set of keys in one, and a small candle in the other. (This goddess isn't really an alterish type, much to flashy for her taste)
(So... you want to touch the coins... on the shrine... of a goddess... of which you know nearly nothing about? That's either incredibly bold or incredibly stupid and I'm not sure which so I'm gonna say both. Bit of both.)
The treasure seems to be from all over, and from all ages. Gold, silver, copper, gems, even a piece of bread have all been offered. The candle and keys appear to be removable, but whether or not you want to remove them?
"Can we leave the shrine of these creatures alone?" Sparks asks, still standing near the exit. "Not sure you want to piss off a bunch of these things in their home..." She glances to the large creatures all around the chamber. "Again, is there a reason why we are here?" She asks the group. "This is not our destination, nor is it our purpose. We are wasting time here, and I, for one, am unclear as to why we are in this place, when daylight is wasting and we have a ways to travel still..."
Halt! This is a sacred shrine, and it must be respected! Return the offerings at once!
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Emra says something that sounds like, "Duck it," and sweeps everything off the shrine, including keys, coins, bread and candles.
(Sorry guys.)
You take everything off the shrine, stuffing it all in your (bag? I assume?) and as you stand up, your bag feels considerably lighter than it should, and all the treasure, keys, and the bread are back. A lump rises in your throat as you look in your hand, at the warm glow of the crimson candle, no longer stone.
Sparks sighs and glances to the others. "I vote we leave them to this foolisheness of robbing a shrine and head back topside. "I have no wish to associate with someone who defiles gods in their own temple, and with their servants clustered all around them. Fools have no business in our line of work..." She would step towards the exit, planning on leaving.
"I must agree with Sparks. We are no longer welcome here."
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As you try to move towards the door, the chief bison moves in front of the exit, blocking your way.
"He's right ya know, you can't leave yet. The Prowlers are, well, on the prowl. Besides, who leaves without saying goodbye?"
An ethereal voice asks, coming from the statue. The bison all stop and kneel before the statue, and as fear begins to grip each of you, the statue, which seems to sense your distress, says;
"Oh, I guess I should have chosen my words more carefully. I am not going to keep you here forever, just until dawn, when the Prowlers go back into hiding. Besides, I am not mad at you Emra, oh no, I'm impressed."
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Farewell.
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(She was asking whether anyone else could make one. Probably religion.)
Chilling kinda vibe.
(History or Religion)
Farewell.
"This is cozy..." Sparks says with a frown, keeping her distance from the beasts. "Is there a reason we took this side trip?" She asks, glancing to her companions.
Religion check:
10
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Emra shrugs and points at Gobert, "Ask that guy. He seems to be our local bison whisperer."
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Other than the fact that they are big and could kill us if they choose, I know very little about these fellows."
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Emra looks around the temple (particularly the altar is there is one) to see if there is anything that lies hidden. Perception 13
Chilling kinda vibe.
Sticks is going to enter the temple. Slowly at first, to be careful.
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I might be losing it at the rate of the heat death of the universe.
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GreatAxeblade: You are still quite sure this is some sort of temple to a bison god and that these bison somehow erected this temple themselves.
Emra: You notice some of the finer details of this place, depictions of secret tunnels, wildlife of all sorts (but mainly panthers and serpents), and the small shrine, with a few coins on it, and some other treasures. The shrine is placed before a moderately-sized statue of a kneeling woman, with hair in an updo, eyes that are both kind and stern, and a cloak, wrapped around her with the hood down. Her hands are outstretched, holding a set of keys in one, and a small candle in the other. (This goddess isn't really an alterish type, much to flashy for her taste)
Farewell.
(That's fine. Hope things pick up for you soon.)
Emra wanders over and examines the coins and treasures for details. She also sees whether she could take the key and candle out of the statue's hands.
Chilling kinda vibe.
(So... you want to touch the coins... on the shrine... of a goddess... of which you know nearly nothing about? That's either incredibly bold or incredibly stupid and I'm not sure which so I'm gonna say both. Bit of both.)
The treasure seems to be from all over, and from all ages. Gold, silver, copper, gems, even a piece of bread have all been offered. The candle and keys appear to be removable, but whether or not you want to remove them?
Farewell.
"Can we leave the shrine of these creatures alone?" Sparks asks, still standing near the exit. "Not sure you want to piss off a bunch of these things in their home..." She glances to the large creatures all around the chamber. "Again, is there a reason why we are here?" She asks the group. "This is not our destination, nor is it our purpose. We are wasting time here, and I, for one, am unclear as to why we are in this place, when daylight is wasting and we have a ways to travel still..."
Emra says something that sounds like, "Duck it," and sweeps everything off the shrine, including keys, coins, bread and candles.
(Sorry guys.)
Chilling kinda vibe.
(oh no)
Halt! This is a sacred shrine, and it must be respected! Return the offerings at once!
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If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
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*sing song voice* Tooo laaateah
You take everything off the shrine, stuffing it all in your (bag? I assume?) and as you stand up, your bag feels considerably lighter than it should, and all the treasure, keys, and the bread are back. A lump rises in your throat as you look in your hand, at the warm glow of the crimson candle, no longer stone.
Farewell.
Not in the pouch, just holding it for now. And she ate the bread. So maybe it comes back chewed?
Emra snuffs out the candle. She asks the statue whether she could borrow the key.
Chilling kinda vibe.
Sparks sighs and glances to the others. "I vote we leave them to this foolisheness of robbing a shrine and head back topside. "I have no wish to associate with someone who defiles gods in their own temple, and with their servants clustered all around them. Fools have no business in our line of work..." She would step towards the exit, planning on leaving.
"I must agree with Sparks. We are no longer welcome here."
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Homebrew races: ~Otterfolk! Play as a otter!~ Playable Dryad! (Literally just the monster sheet ported to player race)
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Emra shrugs, but leaves the shrine and follows the other two.
Chilling kinda vibe.
As you try to move towards the door, the chief bison moves in front of the exit, blocking your way.
"He's right ya know, you can't leave yet. The Prowlers are, well, on the prowl. Besides, who leaves without saying goodbye?"
An ethereal voice asks, coming from the statue. The bison all stop and kneel before the statue, and as fear begins to grip each of you, the statue, which seems to sense your distress, says;
"Oh, I guess I should have chosen my words more carefully. I am not going to keep you here forever, just until dawn, when the Prowlers go back into hiding. Besides, I am not mad at you Emra, oh no, I'm impressed."
Farewell.