Praxian Temple.
It is obvious to
Ohanzee that this place, despite the number of worshipers tonight, is weak. Also, as one who often finds himself ostracized if not outright outcast, he recognises in the elders here the small signs.
Perhaps because of this in part, or because they find themselves walled off from their lands he throws himself into the worship expending all but the very last of his soul to bolster the power of the temple and the link with Waha.
For hours he drums, sweat dripping from him and his arms aching until the Spirits of Law come and finally he all but collapses from the exertion when one brushed through him. It is a strange feeling to have something so Lawful pass through his so Disorderly self.
Freezeday, Fertilty Week, Dark Season.
Kobal:
Kobal finds a place next to Ohanzee as they breakfast. He says quietly to the brave, "I'm sorry you lost Snuff. To have that bond, and lose it, is hard. Maybe the Argan Argar temple will be able to help you with a new familiar, since we did help a couple of trolls."
He pauses and eats for a few moments, before continuing. "Did you see what happened? Since I arrived late, all I saw was some archers, but they disappeared in a flash. Whoever they are, they may attack again, so we need to be ready."
"No, I have no idea..." he trails off
"No idea at all..." then looks up at
Kobal "One moment Snuff is dead they are there, many of them all abouts on the roofs and then the next they are gone."
"I don't know why or how."
"There is a gap. I shall fill it as you suggest. No doubt there will be a price, but how he was lost must count for something to those we were escorting at least."
"I will visit them after we leave here."
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