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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rkhet" data-source="post: 2498021" data-attributes="member: 31318">The priest diplomatically pretends that he did not notice Moreth's outburst. To Rhakzan, he replies: "It is now the heart of winter. You won't notice, for the weather is quite mild in these parts, but to the north-east where the war is fought, the cold is such that not even the Despoiler is mad enough to push his armies onwards. As for when the counter-offensive will start... frankly, I know not. Such things are closely guarded secrets. Now, if you will all come with me..."The priest takes you to the Church of the High Lord. It is a grand and imposing cathedral, and even from a distance you can feel divine power radiating from it, concentrated by the force of faith.The Oracle is an old and matronly woman, blind, but moving with an unearthly grace. She greets each of you in turn. Then she asks:"To what ends have you come here, travellers?  What do you seek?"*Cann:/ooc: did you kill one of the tower guards, or one of the watchmen?[hit roll: 18]You drive your blade into the man's neck, and he is instantly slain. Your spells activate and his wound bursts, showering blood and bits of flesh everywhere. The rest of his body is frozen solid, shattering when it hit the ground.You realize that you have just wasted much of your magic on a weakling.If you search his body, you find nothing of interest except a love letter to a girl named 'Mordia'.</blockquote>