Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs...

Fortune favors the bold, I'm afraid. Nephirthos has offered me considerable gain for minimal risk, and the odds look to be in his favor. You gotta bet on the winning horse. Nephirthos, I shall send an elite regiment to reinforce your southernmost flank, and I will extend to your army my influence. G...

For the record, normal adventurers have the "ability" to cancel a random event or 1-DRP exertion for the god they showed up as events - in this case, they canceled the exertion Solus put up to protect L'im Verthackas. Except I put two points into it, not to mention significant non-DRP eff...

Even being the god of luck, I don't expect everything to go my way. But when I actually expend divine rank points, I expect something to happen, or at the very least, not get ****** by the very thing I spent my points to prevent.

Murrin wrote:

A group of adventurers inadvertedly led the demonic host straight to L'im Verthackas, bypassing Solus's defenses by sheer luck and not realizing the direction of their flight.

Is this irony?

Bull**** is what it is.

My fellow Gods, It's not my custom to give out any more information than absolutely necessary, but I will let you know my current actions so you can better plan your own. Don't get used to it. The previous turn, I exerted my divine influence against the rift and against the enemy horde. I've also go...

Toringian, you shall have my aid. After I examine the various possibilities and ascertain the course of action most likely to yield propitious results, I will let you know.

It takes a while to learn the ropes. No harm, no foul.

Let me get this straight. Some upstart with no name, no dominion, no followers, and even no creed is making a move of unchecked aggression against my subjects? Excuse me while I go have a good laugh.

Bethel Junel is welcome to bring his skills to L'im Verthackas.

In the back of a smoke-filled tavern, a man scrutinizes the marks etched onto one side of two wooden cards. Filtering out the dancing chiaroscuro from the dim lamps overhead, the smell of stale sweat and ale, and the laughs and mutters from the other men around the table, he comes to his decision. C...