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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ConnorSB" data-source="post: 1290058" data-attributes="member: 14273">"Work"Skylines are not often dominated, but if you stood in Central Square in downtown Seacliff, you would see one that was. Facing south, facing the sea and the salty wind, you would see the Great Beetle rising from the center of the Point. Its great eyes, huge domed windows with a thousand shimmering facets, would stare out at the city. They would be looking everywhere all at once, one facet for every man, woman, and scampering little lizard-child in the city. No matter where you were, if you could see the eyes, one of the windows would bounce the sun’s rays onto you. This was comfort for Dakxa as he went on his errands. Scampering across the crowded streets of Seacliff, he mused on the building. It was a tribute to its builders and to Mevendrezek, three thousand feet high, the huge dome of the body a single piece of stone coaxed up and in upon itself. It was said that the day it was finished, Mevendrezek himself rose up from the earth and before the onlookers stood two identical things: the temple and the god. Even the beetle-god himself marveled at the artistry of his worshipers.Dakxa had much to do that afternoon. Five deliveries had to be made. One of the Dwarven clerics visiting the city for the quad-annual Festival of the Four had to be found new accommodations, as his current inn had been accidentally burnt down by a band of very drunk ogre merchants who had rented the banquet hall for a post-sale feast that got a little too fiery. There was an elven ceremony he was invited to attend, high praise but a major chunk of his time. Then there were the normal religious devotions expected of him, the bishop’s letters and things to look after, and of course he was at the bishop’s beck and call for all other things as well, supplies and cloths and such. And meal planning as well, it seemed. With the festival a week away, the bishop had been eating less and less, and it fell on Dakxa, his secretary, errand boy, and assorted other job-person to see that he got some sustenance. Praise Mevendrezek, but the festival preparations were taking far too much of everyone’s time and life. Dakxa had not slept in nights.Not that he minded, of course. Dakxa lived for this job- a life of service in praise of his god. And the benefits were good as well. The food alone was well worth the rest of the day- no one knows how to stir fry a moldy beetle like the priests of Mevendrezek.There was one now! Dakxa dipped as he ran and scooped up a scarab in his clawed fist. He sang a little praise to the insect, before he put it to his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. True, Mevendrezek was a giant beetle, but it was the regular beetles of the world that served the god’s chosen race: kobolds. Mounts, food, pets- beetles were Mevendrezek’s gift to his people.If only time for sleeping was another one of his gifts…</blockquote>

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