Tahia is very quiet and respectful, trying to get a sense of each of the shrines, who they're for, what that deity is best known for. She's hoping that something will call out to her, or strike a chord of some sort.
Tahia is very quiet and respectful, trying to get a sense of each of the shrines, who they're for, what that deity is best known for. She's hoping that something will call out to her, or strike a chord of some sort.
"Any who wish to come and seek the advice of the gods is welcome of course". Trumann states. Faith is always rewarded. He says as his gaze turns to Tov'ii as he walks away.
Religion 21
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
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Tvon'ii smiles at the Loxodon then mutters to himself, "I guess we better hope so."The elf keeps an eye out for paths that might be obstructed as they stroll through town.
The group spends a little while looking around the shrines, each one with their depictions of a different deity. They are slightly differing from the visualisation that most think of when they imagine their gods, but it is possible these are are regional variation of said deities. When checking the different deities, there are ones of both good and evil, showing that the island encompasses all the different aspects of faith here.
Mord:
Mord spends a little while checking over the area. Some of the shrines appear to be in need of some care, as there are degraded parts on those statues. It is perhaps that these deities may have fallen out of favour, or their worshippers rarely come to give their worship in this town.
Trumann:
Whilst praying at at shrine, where a statue of an eloquent looking elven woman surrounded by corvids represents his deity, he hears a caw from nearby. Looking around, he spies two ravens sat above the shrine, watching the loxodon within prayer; a good omen from Her Ladyship if there ever was one. Perhaps it is a message to say that his mother has not passed into Her Lady's realm yet.
Seeing Mord stopped at a particular statue, Tvon'ii comes over to see what has drawn his interest. "Something amiss? Did it move?"The elf reaches out to give an inquisitive poke.
It seems strange, its as if these shrines are almost refusing to allow the mending to take effect. It is difficult to work out why or how, perhaps the powers that be are doing something to stop a non-believer of their faith from enforcing their magic upon them.
The time is moving on, as the sun is rising higher and higher in the sky. It is probably an hour before midday after the group has finished giving their prayers and goodwill to the gods.
Tahia seems a little disappointed, but says nothing. If there are any shrines to the halfling pantheon, she'll say a quick prayer asking Yondalla to keep her family safe.
The shrine of Yondalla is one of the more well looked after shrines in the area, a couple of tributes have been left in front of the statue of fresh fruit and some coins. The statue is shorter than others, depicting the halfling height, and holds a basket with sculpted stone in the shape of harvest wheat and fruit.
Trumann solemnly looks up at the pair of crows. Peace filling his eyes, he solemnly bows his head and silently gives thanks. As he rises from his devotions he looks over to Mord. "My queen has spoken, Mother is safe! My guess is she will be here soon. Raven Queen bless us it will be good to see..." he notices Tvon'ii poke at a shrine.
"DO NOT TOUCH THAT, YOU THINK TO DESECRATE THAT WHICH YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN.: Trumann, faster than he has moved before pushes his way between the elf and the shrine with and with a scowl continues, Let me educate you, the gods can be extremely dangerous, the slightest perceived offence can bring down their ire, whether or not you believe, YOU WILL SHOW RESPECT!
Trumann's trunk flares angrily as he pulls himself to his full height
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
With a calm tone, only a little louder than a whisper, "Bigotry looks poor on your features, cleric. And if I am to be stricken down by the Gods because I choose to live a life unburdened by your hate, then I accept it gladly."Tvon'ii walks past the Loxodon to continue up the trail, he turns and walks backwards for a moment.
"You know the biggest difference between you and me? You care so much about my beliefs."He takes a few steps backwards, "And do you know how much I care about yours?" The elf shrugs with his arms wide, "Not at all..." He tries to let the irritation in his voice slip to cynicism but is only partially successful.
Krast turns his back on Trumann and continues up the path. He isn't trying to fully outpace the group but a little space between him and the cleric would probably be for the best. He could only expect so much civility out of a zealot.
Korvek gives a shrug, "If you're all done, then I suggest we head on then. Got to work on clearing the roads they asked for." Korvek keeps on going trail, "You can preach about it later but we got stuff to do right now."
Tahia is very quiet and respectful, trying to get a sense of each of the shrines, who they're for, what that deity is best known for. She's hoping that something will call out to her, or strike a chord of some sort.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Intelligence (Religion) check!
Religion check: 4
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
"Any who wish to come and seek the advice of the gods is welcome of course". Trumann states. Faith is always rewarded. He says as his gaze turns to Tov'ii as he walks away.
Religion 21
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Tvon'ii smiles at the Loxodon then mutters to himself, "I guess we better hope so." The elf keeps an eye out for paths that might be obstructed as they stroll through town.
Investigation: 23
Korvek looks for war like figures and judges their weapons. "So was everything alright last night, since you two went out to find his 'mother'?"
The group spends a little while looking around the shrines, each one with their depictions of a different deity. They are slightly differing from the visualisation that most think of when they imagine their gods, but it is possible these are are regional variation of said deities. When checking the different deities, there are ones of both good and evil, showing that the island encompasses all the different aspects of faith here.
Mord:
Mord spends a little while checking over the area. Some of the shrines appear to be in need of some care, as there are degraded parts on those statues. It is perhaps that these deities may have fallen out of favour, or their worshippers rarely come to give their worship in this town.
Trumann:
Whilst praying at at shrine, where a statue of an eloquent looking elven woman surrounded by corvids represents his deity, he hears a caw from nearby. Looking around, he spies two ravens sat above the shrine, watching the loxodon within prayer; a good omen from Her Ladyship if there ever was one. Perhaps it is a message to say that his mother has not passed into Her Lady's realm yet.
Mord:
Surprisingly, the Mending on the statues seems to fail! Try as you might, the statues' current levels of decay don't seem to be altered by the magic.
Seeing Mord stopped at a particular statue, Tvon'ii comes over to see what has drawn his interest. "Something amiss? Did it move?" The elf reaches out to give an inquisitive poke.
Mord:
It seems strange, its as if these shrines are almost refusing to allow the mending to take effect. It is difficult to work out why or how, perhaps the powers that be are doing something to stop a non-believer of their faith from enforcing their magic upon them.
The time is moving on, as the sun is rising higher and higher in the sky. It is probably an hour before midday after the group has finished giving their prayers and goodwill to the gods.
Tahia seems a little disappointed, but says nothing. If there are any shrines to the halfling pantheon, she'll say a quick prayer asking Yondalla to keep her family safe.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
The shrine of Yondalla is one of the more well looked after shrines in the area, a couple of tributes have been left in front of the statue of fresh fruit and some coins. The statue is shorter than others, depicting the halfling height, and holds a basket with sculpted stone in the shape of harvest wheat and fruit.
Trumann solemnly looks up at the pair of crows. Peace filling his eyes, he solemnly bows his head and silently gives thanks. As he rises from his devotions he looks over to Mord. "My queen has spoken, Mother is safe! My guess is she will be here soon. Raven Queen bless us it will be good to see..." he notices Tvon'ii poke at a shrine.
"DO NOT TOUCH THAT, YOU THINK TO DESECRATE THAT WHICH YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN.: Trumann, faster than he has moved before pushes his way between the elf and the shrine with and with a scowl continues, Let me educate you, the gods can be extremely dangerous, the slightest perceived offence can bring down their ire, whether or not you believe, YOU WILL SHOW RESPECT!
Trumann's trunk flares angrily as he pulls himself to his full height
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
With a calm tone, only a little louder than a whisper, "Bigotry looks poor on your features, cleric. And if I am to be stricken down by the Gods because I choose to live a life unburdened by your hate, then I accept it gladly." Tvon'ii walks past the Loxodon to continue up the trail, he turns and walks backwards for a moment.
"You know the biggest difference between you and me? You care so much about my beliefs." He takes a few steps backwards, "And do you know how much I care about yours?" The elf shrugs with his arms wide, "Not at all..." He tries to let the irritation in his voice slip to cynicism but is only partially successful.
Krast turns his back on Trumann and continues up the path. He isn't trying to fully outpace the group but a little space between him and the cleric would probably be for the best. He could only expect so much civility out of a zealot.
Korvek gives a shrug, "If you're all done, then I suggest we head on then. Got to work on clearing the roads they asked for." Korvek keeps on going trail, "You can preach about it later but we got stuff to do right now."
”Little people should only worry about their little problems. Big people only cause big problems. Imagin the kind of problems that a god can cause...”
Gnoll mutters to himself.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]