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Hey, no problem - it's nothing that couldn't be found with a simple Google search on Westeros gods seven septon maiden mother crone, after all
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Culled from the original copy of Sermons of Pope Clavius III, volume XXIII, and later excised by Sacred Confessor Daius during his Just and Righteous Inquisition of Truth. May his holiness live in heaven forever.
Volume XXIII, Chapter MXI, Quartos 43-49.
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. . .this is lunch? I have a tooth left, and it dances like a bird, but the gruel they feed me is goat. Yes, goat! With horn and hook and hooves of steel, trapped by the fence that shines of song. I was a farmer then, I who speak, and I hold a lantern before me in my dreams. The goat was here before all of us, you see. Yes missy, don't look at me like that! The goat was here before all, for it is the sum and source of all the smell in all the fields across the sea of grass. The goat danced as the farm was built, for in its wisdom it saw that we farmers were weaker than it. But we were cleverer, too, and thus we built the farm itself around its bed, so that the gate was closed before the fence even appeared. Now the goat sleeps, it does, for what is there to chew? Nothing. but it hungers, and it breeds, and we pray it will not feed.
We pray in vain. They will come to bring it food.
No, not this food, imbecile! Not this gruel. I speak of the food of souls. Three there shall be, dark reflections of the One, Burner and Breaker and Belly of Lies. They will seek to incite the animals themselves to rebellion. The beasts will rise, and will they take the farm away from us? I can not say, for my eyes are rheumy and this is far away.
This I do perceive. When the darkness dances in three shadows, the ship of faith shall break away. It must sail, sail, sail far across the sea that is no more than a finger's breadth wide. There it shall seek for the harness of dreams, or the barred pillar, or the truthlight. They will know the three before they are done, unless the three know them first; and in the sailing, the lesson will pass unnoticed.
And so I say to you, child: They will come. They will feed it. And it will devour all. Let the sea of wisdom take them in the time of rebellion, and let them abandon their charge if they will. Their choices will shape us all.
The shape will be a mound. A mound of gruel! Bring the lantern closer, child, that I may eat. . .
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Now take this and start changing stuff brutally until it fits your game and your campaign style.
Volume XXIII, Chapter MXI, Quartos 43-49.
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. . .this is lunch? I have a tooth left, and it dances like a bird, but the gruel they feed me is goat. Yes, goat! With horn and hook and hooves of steel, trapped by the fence that shines of song. I was a farmer then, I who speak, and I hold a lantern before me in my dreams. The goat was here before all of us, you see. Yes missy, don't look at me like that! The goat was here before all, for it is the sum and source of all the smell in all the fields across the sea of grass. The goat danced as the farm was built, for in its wisdom it saw that we farmers were weaker than it. But we were cleverer, too, and thus we built the farm itself around its bed, so that the gate was closed before the fence even appeared. Now the goat sleeps, it does, for what is there to chew? Nothing. but it hungers, and it breeds, and we pray it will not feed.
We pray in vain. They will come to bring it food.
No, not this food, imbecile! Not this gruel. I speak of the food of souls. Three there shall be, dark reflections of the One, Burner and Breaker and Belly of Lies. They will seek to incite the animals themselves to rebellion. The beasts will rise, and will they take the farm away from us? I can not say, for my eyes are rheumy and this is far away.
This I do perceive. When the darkness dances in three shadows, the ship of faith shall break away. It must sail, sail, sail far across the sea that is no more than a finger's breadth wide. There it shall seek for the harness of dreams, or the barred pillar, or the truthlight. They will know the three before they are done, unless the three know them first; and in the sailing, the lesson will pass unnoticed.
And so I say to you, child: They will come. They will feed it. And it will devour all. Let the sea of wisdom take them in the time of rebellion, and let them abandon their charge if they will. Their choices will shape us all.
The shape will be a mound. A mound of gruel! Bring the lantern closer, child, that I may eat. . .
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Now take this and start changing stuff brutally until it fits your game and your campaign style.
Hypersmurf
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Piratecat said:Now take this and start changing stuff brutally until it fits your game and your campaign style.
Swap "Pope" for "High Septon", and you're probably good to go
You know, PC, anyone who talks like that in an Eddings novel is generally a raving madman. You have a real talent for it...
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Hypersmurf
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Piratecat said:Heh. You're right on the money; everything I babble, I learned from the Prophecy of Mrin. I don't think anyone else has ever mentioned that before.
I don't care what anyone else thinks - I really enjoy Eddings
I tend to reread the Belgariad once a year or so, and the Malloreon and the Sparhawk books maybe every couple of years.
By the way, in case anyone's interested - reading the Belgariad aloud takes about a month at two to three hours per day.
There's a scene in Castle of Wizardry, from memory, that has Barak, Belgarath, and Beldin all doing a lot of talking. By the end of that, my throat felt worse than when I DM'd a session in Freeport where the PCs spent the whole night talking to a pirate captain...
-Hyp.
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