Champions of the Orthodox [To Kill a God]
Aug 11, 2017 20:15:53 GMT -7
Post by Y on Aug 11, 2017 20:15:53 GMT -7
Rage and intrigue were the emotions of the hour.
As the Witch spoke her mind, the man who spoke before seemed respectful of her anger and anticipation and also grateful to her for her willingness to undertake the task."I must tell you, our monastic order sees man as an untrustworthy creature let loose by the divine into the world, a place of great power. That is the nature of much of creation. I offer sympathy, if your patron goddess has not spoken of this to you. Know that many gods are willing to reward even those who are not their followers in specific for great deeds which honor divinity itself. Also, I may be able to provide you with a small gift that, with any luck, might facilitate such communication, if you are interested in such things, of course." If she accepted, he would hand her a small box, which would appear to contain a small paper note written in Celestial and a tea cup, all three objects undecorated, plain and white.
The monk who spoke mostly nodded and made a bemused face at the injustices and harms cited by the cultist of Jashin. For some odd reason, it seemed that he was not particularly afraid of the attacks of the young woman; perhaps it was because he did not fear her, or perhaps it was death itself he did not fear. Regardless, he was not going to be intimidated easily by the ravings of an angry woman. He treated the champion amiably regardless. "We appreciate your zeal, Jashinist. Your dedication to the truth of your god will guide you well on this quest if you choose to undertake it. You, of all the champions, seem to have a fervent belief about the natural state of the universe.
"And you, who bears some likeness of a cat - in the Land of Wind, they worship a being almost with your appearance - We appreciate your piety. While you may not offer religious respects, you revere oaths and loyalty as sacred, and your dedication to such undertakings marks you as a true champion.
"And to you, our armored paragon of reason. You know already what you contribute to this undertaking. I will do my best to help you understand the powers this man has, but I must confess, the limitations of many of the artifacts he stole are untested. This is a temple, not a war machine. Likely, he has achieved strange, miraculous effects unthinkable to most.
"But an angle I can give you." The elder laughed gently. What was so funny? He turned, walked to the back of the tent, and reached into the box. There he would withdraw a [url=strange golden ring, with an odd insignia in its center, and dangling gold charms hanging from the bottom half of it. It was attached to a simple band: likely, it was to be worn as a necklace or carried in one's hands. "Take this Ring of the Magi. It will point to nearby sources of especial divine energy. It has already been calibrated to ignore the seething divinity in this place, so the nearest major source of miracles will likely be the location of the pretender, or some of his works at the least. By testing it with this," he procured a small golden bauble "you should be able to get a sense for its operation, and, by how hard it pulls and where it points, determine the precise location." He would hand the necklace to Shiki, pressing it gently against his breastplate. When he accepted that, he would press the bauble into his armored hand.
"As to his past, we know little. He was an orphan, who wandered the streets. He flitted from god to god, always uncertain as to which one would suit him best. He was fond of fire and often helped with the more complex incense burning rituals for our order, finding them to be particular moving to him, even the merely symbolic ones. His hubris speaks for itself, in the way of weakness. As to strengths: the most powerful object we know for certain he has is the altar from the Chapel of Caprice. That relic often gave our rituals the semblance of unreality; it became nearly impossible to distinguish images and illusions from reality, and vice versa. What use he has for it, I do not know. But, with his new power, he may even be able to shape his own magic effects. The sacking of our temple alone unleashed tremendous power, which he likely tapped into.
"Is there any other information I might provide for you? Shall I offer you some food for your journey?" He would gesture, and one of the hitherto silent elders would walk forward holding a bag of approximately a pound of rice.
OOC: Since it still doesn't actually matter. Open posting order again. Sorry.