Re: (Msonus) The Lesser Hills of Som
Msonus returns as the decision is made, having been able to monitor from afar. Once he hears them explain what they have decided, he pauses for a moment, as if thinking.
"So, the decision is... me. Isn't this a wondrous day, when the head can ask the hands and the feet who shall rule the rest, and, ever faithful, the limbs give control back to where it has always been?
Little fingers and toes, here is my verdict, then, or perhaps it is your verdict, if you have so chosen it. I shall be my own High Priest. Such a position is unnecessary when that divine with which communication is sought is present, whether in me or in your head. I should prefer me, but your heads have quite a capacity as well. "
The Mystic God seems to pause with this thought, as if he had stumbled upon something else. When he speaks again, however, it is unclear how planned this speech is, as his tone and words conflict again.
"Such a capacity might as well go to use, with all of you. An Msonus such as me need not bother with the daily logistics of leading. Such duties will be divided amongst qualified individuals, yet major decisions shall go through my own. I will leave my eyes in this place, any may contact me here, or wherever one of my eyes is present if they disagree with their lesser leaders. Of course, one does not petition the spirits merely because of a spilled bowl of water, and so too you shall not bother my infinite eyes with insignificant trifles.
Now then, such a thing has been set, we shall have to find such lesser leaders to appoint. I require volunteers with experience. The desire to participate is discouraged, and the will is necessary. Mystics, skilled warriors, craftsmen and scholars, if this glorious realm even has them. You too, Priest; perhaps your ambition will net you a fish yet. And lastly, my guide, my poor, poor guide, you too should come forward. "
Msonus chuckles, as if at a joke.