Adam wrote:Benn looks with some timidness to make sure the others are nearby and ready (in some capacity) and steps inside the room.
He still keeps his hands clearly visible as he walks towards the plant person that indicated he should follow.
Walking into the fumy back room, Benn sees a half-dozen short plant men gathered around the fire and the large tub set above it on stone blocks.
A grotesque, spiny and hairless mockery of a dog scuttles along the rear wall. The weird quadrupedal creature stops to regard Benn with lambent green eyes, and then scurries along toward an alcove.
His guide takes him closer to the fire and the metal container.
The smell of hot garbage grows stronger with every step Benn takes.
The guide indicates the long, deep copper vessel. Benn's height allows him to peer in without getting too close; the simmering fluid mass within looks like some sort of disgusting stew made from the effluvia of Pont's storm drains. Benn spots rotten vegetables, fallen leaves, moldy cheese, bread crusts, broken barrel staves, a dead animal that might be a house-cat, pale lumpy stuff that could be flour turning into dough, and less identifiable things.
The creatures begin a slow, rhythmic dance, circling the tub while stamping their feet and tapping their chests.
Benn’s guide points at Benn’s feet and at his chest. It joins the dance.
And I thought I was out of my element before. A Victorian gentleman dancing? With primitives? Unheard of.
On a more serious note, maybe there's some obvious iconography or something to indicate what the goal of their ritual is?
Knowledge bonuses don't fail me now...
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"Of course," Benn mutters, "It would be a damned shame if we ever knew what the hell was actually going on."
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Fair is fair, their other god ate Benn, so it's time for him to eat some rotten cats too.
"You truly see what a person is made of, when you begin to slice into them" - Semirhage
"I am not mad, no matter what you're implying." - Litalia My DMGuild work!
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Assuming Benn is visible from the opening, Raen would prepare action to use glittering dust inside the place.
"You truly see what a person is made of, when you begin to slice into them" - Semirhage
"I am not mad, no matter what you're implying." - Litalia My DMGuild work!
alhoon wrote:Assuming Benn is visible from the opening, Raen would prepare action to use glittering dust inside the place.
He's visible.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Wolfglide wrote:The calendar on my desk says Palm Sunday was last week. However, that is basically the limit of my knowledge of Palm Sunday.
(Most) Eastern Orthodox use an older calendar system than the standard Gregorian, and Easter is a movable feast. That is why it's Palm Sunday today for most Orthodox but Easter Sunday for us Westerners. This year, the difference is a week.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Ravenloft note: I usually use the Gregorian Calender for Ravenloft, but without real-world holiday (although fictional holidays may be based on, or allude to, real ones).
The published materials contain references to our months, in journal entries and things like that.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
