Re: Chapter Zero: Mysterious Dungeon
"Now there's a shocker," Gale thinks to herself, "'Who do you worship?' How ever could a question like that crop up with a cleric and a paladin in the room?"
Gale rubs her chin as if carefully considering how to answer the question. She's been scolded on many an occasion for her views by even the most mediocre of worshipers. "You mustn't even speak that name!" some would say when she'd joke about the itsy-bitsy spider Lolth. "How disrespectful!" she'd be told when joking that anvils probably don't much like Moradin for telling his worshipers to strike them with hammers.
She puts her hands together prayerfully then holds them forward, separating them. An illusion of a massive ancient book appears between her hands and opens to the center. Standing on the pages is a miniature of Gale, wind in her hair, smile on her face, and broken shackles on the ground behind her. The sounds of chirping birds and the sweet smell of spring emerges from the pages.
"Well I have Avandra to thank for my freedom..." she begins.
The pages flip and the image of Gale enters a library filled with books. The smell of oil lamps and old books fills the air.
"I have Ioun and Corellon to thank for my education..." she continues.
The pages flip and the image shows Gale being lifted into the air in the paw of a massive dragon with the rising sun in the background. A warm, fresh summer breeze flows from the book.
"Pelor and Bahamut to thank for two of my newest friends..." she continues with a soft smile and a glance to Timothius and Elric.
The pages flip and flip and flip with the symbols of the other gods, both good and evil, rising and falling above them until the book reaches a blank title page. Golden words begin to inscribe themselves upon the page to the sound of a pen scratching on paper. "The History of Everything," the title reads in large impressive script, "From Beginning to End." With a chilly crisp winter breeze the words "Written by," appear. The book closes to the sound of distant thunder.
"And a mysterious god known as 'Ao' to thank for kicking it all off," she finishes with a whimsical smile.
An image of an orc climbs out from behind the book.
"Me worship Grummish!" it says, "Me like breeding! Orc women hot!"
Gale vaporizes it with an arc of lightning between her hands then grins, hoping for a chuckle.
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