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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 4145109" data-attributes="member: 4936">You're welcome! Glad to be of some help.I think I have an idea for a 3rd option of converting. It may or may not work in 4rth Ed...but you might be able to handwave the game mechanics of it all, since it's ancient history now.From outside there was a great crashing noise. The hallowed walls of unpainted basalt shook slightly; testament to the skill of the dwarf hands that made them. But the Cardinal could not take comfort in that. To have moved them at all meant the invaders had gotten through the outer gate and crossed the courtyard with their ram. It meant many of the brethern had died trying to stop them.It could not be for naught.Three brothers were with him, younger men than the greying Cardinal, dressed in dun hooded cassocks similar to his burgandy one. They were lighting the sacred candles that surrounded the central dais here in the sanctuary. Three, lit as one. Upon the dais was the altar, and on that was the great tome. As flames rose from the candle wicks he began to read in the old tongue; the language of angels as taught to the first prophet by the messengers of God. The three brothers sung a harmonious chord around him, complementing the scripture's reading.At the far end of the sanctuary, the great doors; carved from the hull of the ship that had brought them here...burst. The pointed end of a great ram plunged through its timbers, spraying splinters across the cold stone floor of the nave, then withdrew. Through the hole came sounds of fighting...dying. Axes pounded, thick, coarse voices yelled. The hole widened.The Cardinal felt fear, but did not succumb. If the ritual failed...if it took too long to be answered...if it would not be answered, COULD not be answered... If if if. But he was a man of faith. The brothers wavered, but took strength from him, and also stayed.A great light shone from above, and warmth stole over their souls even as the red-bearded invaders, the butcherers, loped into the sanctuary, howling like beasts....and stopped where they stood, mouths agape, eyes burning with reflected fire. For the Cardinal's prayer had been answered. A man in a simple robe stood twelve feet tall before the dais, his eyes humbly downcast and great white feathered wings drawn up behind his back. White fire blazed around him, but did not burn.Stop, the angel said calmly. Put up your swords and axes. Remove your armor and boots, for this is holy ground. The time of blood is ending.There were more words after that, many more, and the Cardinal saw in time that the invaders had come not in spite of God's will...but in service to it.Hee. So yeah. Calls an angel, who convinces them to convert. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

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