Board Roleplay.old [context]
Sender Evanek
Date Sun Mar 13 17:46:10 2016
To all
Subject More of Duker's journal
What a glorious day! I have found two pages of Duiker's journal, but I fear these might be the last, at least of those contained in the Archives. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We has just finished traveling out to the ocean. Rimbol hired a boat, and we rowed out to the middle. I say we, but of course he made me do all the work. As I was setting up the lines, getting ready to catch our dinner Rimbol coughed, smiled and said, "I did it." "Did what? I asked. "Became Ascended. I am part of the Pantheon now." I only grunted, unsure of what one says to a new God. "I made him take me. I forced Smote's hand." I only nodded in reply. This, it turns out, is how you get Rimbol to talk - say nothing. "I am the most powerful being in this land." I couldn't stay quiet anymore. "What of Calistarius?" I asked. Rimbol sneered, but I knew I upset him. I had heard something of his transformation, and I knew him "forcing" Smote's hand was all bravado. Calistarius and Rimbol were playing with powers they couldn't possibly control. He left then, only the sound of air rushing into the space his body occupied giving any hint of him having been there at all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some years after the walls went up around Bastion, while sitting in my usual chair at the Blind Tiger I heard a commotion outside. Being the inquisitive type I decided to go and see what was happening. A man stood on a box in the Palace Square laughing. I asked someone who had been standing there what was going on. He told me the man had been howling for nearly half an hour. Siva was dead, I was told, and this man was worshiping a new god in the manner proscribed. At first I thought nothing of it. Cults were nothing new, although they had been springing up with increasing frequency. How the masses found out about Siva was perplexing. I thought that news would take longer to reach Bastion. I had been back less than a week. Still, that laughing man seemed very earnest. When I made my way to the front, to talk to the man, he stopped his manic giggling. He looked me in the eyes and pointed north. Then, breaking eye contact, continued his cackle.