Lyric:
Meanwhile, Lyric has been having a good time, whipping up storms and gentle breezes, playing with clouds, lightning, little bats and birds, and otherwise painting grand images in the sky, walking their Sky Halls as they consider what they want to do.
Lyric decides to make certain the Lyr know to worship them and (less importantly) their brother, preferably via the making of music—and she wants them to have a celebration of the skies every year.
15:44, Yesterday: Lyric rolled 10 using 2d6 with rolls of 4,6. Let's Tell the Lyr stuff. .
That seems to go well.
The Lyr are delighted to get instructions, and start getting ready for their festival right away.
Lyric:
And then, as the Mountain Giants stampede out of the home for the gods made by the God of Death and scatter across the world, Lyric's interest is caught; they follow along with some of them, and then decide to tell the Mountain Giants that they should revere the Arys Tal and the Lyr.
15:45, Yesterday: Lyric rolled 2 using 2d6 with rolls of 1,1. Let's Tell the Mountain Giants stuff. .
...Less well.
High up in the mountains to the east, Humphrey and his people (for a your-mileage-may-vary value of the concept of "people") misunderstand their instructions of "revere the Arys Tal and the Lyr," and set off instead to "
remove the Arys Tal and the Lyr."
So, they boldly (they're anxious about getting near the palace of that horrible death-god, but maybe we won't have to deal with him) set off to head back toward the center of the continent, to find and remove the Arys Tal and the Lyr from the planet. Crushing them ought to work-- works on most things. Maybe throwing boulders, if ranged combat is needed? Yeah, that sounds good. Off we go...!