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02/07/10(Sun)20:17 No.7972417rolled 5, 6, 4 = 15
In the morning, you make the quick trip to the Hall for breakfast, feeling rejuvenated. Jerith the mage is waiting in front of the doors, with Kel beside him, looking bored but wary. The man of magic tells you that late last night, he had a breakthrough. Somehow, he got through to the swordsman. He's fractured, but there's enough left to bring him back to reality. His most recent memories have already been buried, but they could resurface, so it'll be touch-and-go for a while. You thank for his efforts and his information, and ask Kel how he's feeling. He replies that he hasn't had any problems, and feels better than ever. Mage did good.
Over a meal of porridge, berries, and a bit of meat, you tell the people of the town about your contact with Hretmar. They are understandably surprised, since only Lark has spoken directly with a god before, and that was many years ago. You tell them all about the Lord of the North, his siblings, his personality, his thoughts on learning, everything.
Skepticism comes pouring out of the woodwork. The vast majority of the village grew up with a pantheon of figureheads, who do nothing but watch in silence. The prospect of speaking to a higher being, talking with them on the same level you do everyone else, simply seems ridiculous. In many things, they trust your judgment and your word, but gods and goddesses are serious business. Especially when the one you're talking to is a patron of the Frost Giants. |