Previously, in the Home of the Gods ...
No, your characters would know none of this, but it's a tradition around here and your GM enjoys it ...
Kuan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy and Peace was on the warpath. "You did
WHAT ?!!" She screamed.
Mitra and Set looked shamefaced.
"
He started it," the Sun God ventured, while the Serpent God wisely held His forked tongue.
"If I might," Rao, Greater God of Peace, Reason and Serenity tried to stick His oar in. He should have known better.
"SHUT UP ! No you may NOT !"
She turned back to the pair with venom in her gaze. "Sort it out. I don't care how you do it, just sort it out !"
"And just
how in the Nine Hells did they even get a Dragon in there ?!!!!" She glared at Oghma. The Lord of Knowledge shrugged. "Beats Me."
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Set strode triumphantly up to the podium, smirking broadly at the loud applause as all but one of the assembled gods rose to their feet. The lone dissenter, Mitra sat glowering.
"Sssso," Set began, leaning lazily on the lecturn and playing absentmindedly with the gavel as he waited for everyone to settle down. "Here We are then. Zeussss, hasss asssked Me to perssssonally sssend His regretssss."
Pause until the sniggering died down.
"Apparently He ate ssssomething that disssagreed with Him. Asss did a lot of othersss."
Mitra could stand no more. That smug expresssion, sorry
expression, was getting to Him. "I saw You ! In the kitchens ! You ..."
"Sssilence !" Set banged the little hammer down with immense satisfaction. "I hold you in contempt. Utter contempt, in fact. Don't make Me have You removed."
"Now, to busssinessssss," he savoured the word, turning His attention to the huge pile of papers on the desk next to Him. With a flick of His finger they caught fire.
"Jussst the one item, today," He smiled, producing a thin folder, which He placed on the stand in front of Him, unopened.
"Oh look ! It ssseemsss that there'sss been a certain amount of dissspute over sssome hovel called ... can't quite read thisss ... ah, 'Mitra'sss Fissst ! Ssstupid name, really. Sssome very disturbed people are trying to ssstop the followersss of sssome much more progressssssive god - modesssty preventsss Me from mentioning namesss - from quite reasssonably ssslaughtering them all and desssecrating the temple of their falssse god."
"Your followers ! Evil creatures, all !" Mitra was on His feet again, but this time the gavel wasn't necessary as any further truths were drowned out by the raucous laughter, jeers and catcalls from the rest of the crowd. Even the infamously aloof Asmodeus couldn't keep the ghost of a smile from His lips.
"We can't have that, now can We ... I'd better sssend sssomeone down to deal with it. Ssso be it !" Set nodded to the clerk.
"Er ... certainly, Oh Most Evil One," the tall thin man conceded. "The usual ... ?"
"Yesss."
"I think I can get hold of a few who have some experience with Dragons."
"... very well !"
"And, ah ... the bindings ? 'No harm to their fellows or innocents' and so forth ?"
"YESSS !" Set was getting annoyed now, His habitually glowing eyes and vengeful expression settling into a cast that promised retribution swift and dire.
"And ... oh, er, that's fine then," the clerk was used to the mercurial ways of the very divine and after years in the job quick on his feet besides. You had to be.
Not as smart as you think, My Lord. Seems You forgot to specify just one tiny
detail. And I'm not paid enough to remind You.
Mitra knew it too, he noted, risking a glance as the god settled back into His chair, crossing His arms, a great grin spreading over His face, much to Set's puzzlement and consternation ...
The clerk hurried from the chamber as the meeting broke up.