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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 5733475" data-attributes="member: 2710">The party waits perhaps twenty minutes, the young half-elf sulking in the corner, the barkeep quietly cleaning his glasses, and then a group of six masked cultists arrive, three dressed in white robes, two in gray, and one in black. It's the same color configuration as the street preaching sessions, though between the masks and shapeless robes, it's anyone's guess if these are the same individuals. They look about the room and move toward the stage, arraying themselves on the floor as the black robe in attendance steps up, then turns to face the room. Whether he's glaring or not, the metal mask provides the effect of same in any event.With a strong, deep, rich voice, he calls out, “You have come here to seek the power and glory of Owbej, and I am here to tell you that he has found you worthy!”“All praise the Living God!” the arrayed cultists puppet back in unison.“He is proud of you,” the black-robed figure continues, his voice growing steadily louder, “for taking this, the first of 31 steps to enlightenment, the path of righteousness, the stairs to power and glory. Owbej is the one, true god. What other god so richly rewards those who follow him? What other god lives among his people, guiding them with his wisdom and his might? What other god can lead you to true salvation? None of them! Only Owbej can offer you the power, the fortune, and the glory that you desire. Will you join him?”The final question, delivered in a truly impressively booming voice by this point, echoes through the room as the black robe folds his arms and waits for an answer."I'm in!" the half-elf calls out. His mood seems to have lightened slightly during the speech, as he winks at the party and conspiratorially adds under his breath,  "Gotta be better than the Harran, and definitely better than Dad …"</blockquote>

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