I am sure you are right that this was not the intent of O-gon-cho. But you are also right that our followers pick up on our feelings toward each other, and sometimes run with them, as the saying goes. My mother, father, and grandfather all wrote of similar incidents. Seldom are they to the benefit of the deity the worshipers believe they are acting for.Pantheon - The Third Age - Game Thread
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I thank you, uKulwa, for your attitude. It is good to see that War need not be coupled with Anger. I am sure you are right that this was not the intent of O-gon-cho. But you are also right that our followers pick up on our feelings toward each other, and sometimes run with them, as the saying goes. My mother, father, and grandfather all wrote of similar incidents. Seldom are they to the benefit of the deity the worshipers believe they are acting for.
I am sure you are right that this was not the intent of O-gon-cho. But you are also right that our followers pick up on our feelings toward each other, and sometimes run with them, as the saying goes. My mother, father, and grandfather all wrote of similar incidents. Seldom are they to the benefit of the deity the worshipers believe they are acting for.
Unzen, I notice that you have begun raising the dead from their graves. I do not mind at all that you have done this but could you please remove them from Nishal as soon as possible? They are quite disturbing to my Nhruuk. Thanks.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. There is no fear in love; for perfect love cast out fear.
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Eztlicoatl
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Journal of Mercuse di Montressor, second expedition in the jungles of Malyth, south of the Great Range:
Spring, First Week of Journey,
Winter in the Jungle of Malyth is very mild. Travel is fast, and as small of a burden as can be imagined in such wild environs. It is my everlasting frustration that winter has now ended, and spring begun. The springs here feel worse than the summers of home.
Nevertheless, we proceed not through the cloying and clinging vines of this insidious jungle as last time; instead, we travel on boats down a river, journeying as close to Oaxcala as the waters shall permit. Yet, not to face the jungle so directly by hacking at it every day, we now stare into its impenetrable darkness, and it seems a terrible mystery. It hangs over the river, and clutches at every bank. Though to stare into it, one would see nothing but an unfathomable arboreal stillness, it is day and night in an uproar of noise. Birds and insects screech with unceasing vigour. Foul monkeys hang from branches and try to steal our goods, so that we must be ever vigilant for them, and shoot at them with our crossbows.
Worse are the denizens of this murky river. We lost a horse overboard and, though in the process of its rescue, a great river snake did overwhelm it, and dragged it under. Since hearing tales from the degenerate tribesmen who live along the river banks about flesh-eating fish in the river, none have been brave enough to bathe themselves beside the boat. This only got worse when we caught a school of fish which had the teeth to match the tale.
Truly, this jungle is an accursed place. It is the home of backward peoples, and of hideous predators. To see it only makes me long for the vineyards and boulevards of home and, yet, it stirs something deep within my soul. Something, a reservoir of longing, is stirred deeper and deeper the closer we draw upon Oaxcala.
Spring, First Week of Journey,
Winter in the Jungle of Malyth is very mild. Travel is fast, and as small of a burden as can be imagined in such wild environs. It is my everlasting frustration that winter has now ended, and spring begun. The springs here feel worse than the summers of home.
Nevertheless, we proceed not through the cloying and clinging vines of this insidious jungle as last time; instead, we travel on boats down a river, journeying as close to Oaxcala as the waters shall permit. Yet, not to face the jungle so directly by hacking at it every day, we now stare into its impenetrable darkness, and it seems a terrible mystery. It hangs over the river, and clutches at every bank. Though to stare into it, one would see nothing but an unfathomable arboreal stillness, it is day and night in an uproar of noise. Birds and insects screech with unceasing vigour. Foul monkeys hang from branches and try to steal our goods, so that we must be ever vigilant for them, and shoot at them with our crossbows.
Worse are the denizens of this murky river. We lost a horse overboard and, though in the process of its rescue, a great river snake did overwhelm it, and dragged it under. Since hearing tales from the degenerate tribesmen who live along the river banks about flesh-eating fish in the river, none have been brave enough to bathe themselves beside the boat. This only got worse when we caught a school of fish which had the teeth to match the tale.
Truly, this jungle is an accursed place. It is the home of backward peoples, and of hideous predators. To see it only makes me long for the vineyards and boulevards of home and, yet, it stirs something deep within my soul. Something, a reservoir of longing, is stirred deeper and deeper the closer we draw upon Oaxcala.
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ohoho, my dear brother, how can you suspect me?
It will be my pleasure to teach a lesson to my follower.
They have to follow my rules, not theirs.
As my apology, I offer a free cure to your followers if diseases eventually spread among them.
It will be my pleasure to teach a lesson to my follower.
They have to follow my rules, not theirs.
As my apology, I offer a free cure to your followers if diseases eventually spread among them.
"... and I will bestow abundant gifts and blessings upon my little nieces and nephews who desire the embrace of their big Uncle Rothmog. ohohohoh"
"'Lessons'--Those we are quite capable of giving ourselves. As for diseases, why, is that not the very reason your Yekith chose to attack? That we are free from such imperfections--free from your touch. The mortals--pah--they are chaff. They are weak--they die. Unfortunate as it may be, it is their purpose. No, a cure is not necessary. Unless you have something more to say of it, then we shall deal with this ourselves.
"The Yekith shall die. You will not be held accountable."
"The Yekith shall die. You will not be held accountable."
Si vis pacem, para bellum
obviously, my followers will retire from your city without any further injuries to your followers.
Do we have a deal? oohohhoh, cmon my brother, close an eye on what was happened, after all it was an incident!
Do we have a deal? oohohhoh, cmon my brother, close an eye on what was happened, after all it was an incident!
"... and I will bestow abundant gifts and blessings upon my little nieces and nephews who desire the embrace of their big Uncle Rothmog. ohohohoh"
I make public apology to Sister Anaya. *bows deeply* Although I sent a Paragon and allied Dwarrow to teach my crusading wayward followers the error of their ways, that contingent was not successful.
This Turn I will send my prophet himself. I still desire friendship between our followers and am committed to it.
Please let me know of any damage that must be repaired or remediated.
*bows deeply*
This Turn I will send my prophet himself. I still desire friendship between our followers and am committed to it.
Please let me know of any damage that must be repaired or remediated.
*bows deeply*
Will The Lord of Life also deal with his followers preaching in Sanctuary, a city under Brid's protection?
Announcement to the Pantheon:
Sanctuary will remain a sanctuary to any in need of refuge.
Brid's only stipulation is that the followers of the gods, or The Void, refrain from proselytizing there.
Announcement to the Pantheon:
Sanctuary will remain a sanctuary to any in need of refuge.
Brid's only stipulation is that the followers of the gods, or The Void, refrain from proselytizing there.
As to Sanctuary; I will stop active prostyletizing - respecting your claim on the city.
However, I would ask that followers of Life who chose to practice their faith be allowed to live in peace. I will remove all but one priest to administer to their needs. You will find my artisans and healers unparalleled and a constructive addition to your city.
does this meet with your needs sister Brid?
However, I would ask that followers of Life who chose to practice their faith be allowed to live in peace. I will remove all but one priest to administer to their needs. You will find my artisans and healers unparalleled and a constructive addition to your city.
does this meet with your needs sister Brid?
That you stop prostyletizing, that meets Brid's requirements.
Brid's protection is for the city, but the protection will not guarantee the safety of every inhabitant. That some of your followers wish to remain, is up to them, but do not hold me responsible for their safety.
This is NOT a threat. Brid's followers will earn divine displeasure if they persecute minorities in the city.
And one more thing, Lord of Life, I am NOT your sister!
Brid's protection is for the city, but the protection will not guarantee the safety of every inhabitant. That some of your followers wish to remain, is up to them, but do not hold me responsible for their safety.
This is NOT a threat. Brid's followers will earn divine displeasure if they persecute minorities in the city.
And one more thing, Lord of Life, I am NOT your sister!
