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rolled 4, 3, 2 = 9
Here you are, back on the ground. It's been two weeks since your return to mortal form. So much has changed.
The town is as bright as ever, boasting a dozen new constructions, all up to your definition of 'quality'. Most of the dilapidated barns have been torn down, consolidated into three large, sturdy structures situated at the edges of the palisade. A new granary has been built, along with a guard post and several new houses. All of this was done without you, with only the knowledge of the inhabitants and the designs you left behind. You have brought them prosperity, and they have increased it, working with the tools you have given them.
Only fitting, then, that they have become enamored with you. The giant from another world, courageous in the face of incredible odds (even when she shouldn't be), powerful and wise, compassionate and strong of heart. An example of all they wish to be, and to exceed in their daily lives. Here you sit, against the wall of the underground, much beloved, one who can do no wrong. The gifted ring shines silver in the tiny beam of moonlight, reminding you of how far you have been.
Demons, insane gods, a war against a ruthless enemy, backed by the very element of your weakness. Add to that the silent ring, carrying a conflict all its own. All of these are as weights on your soul, pulling you into nervous indecision. There are questions, as there will always be. You wonder, as you always will, what your next move will be. This is your life. |