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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Plane Sailing" data-source="post: 507699" data-attributes="member: 114">Nearly a minute passes as they watch helplessly while Dala struggles to regain his form - bending all of his considerable will to the task several times he nearly manages to reform his body before it collapses once more. Only at the last moment does his shattered personality and self-image start to re-integrate and he stands before his comrades whole once more.There is a slightly mad look in his eyes though.Dmnote: With a +4 on his DC15 Charisma check it was unexpected that Dala failed 8 times before managing to re-integrate his form. I don’t use the permanent instability of the book version of the chaos beast because that would be a guaranteed kill on someone - they just couldn’t keep themselves together long enough to reach someone with the super-high-powered spells needed to cancel it. Still, I keep the permanent Wisdom drain, and Dala now has a wisdom of 4…They report to Vigdis that the creature is destroyed, but recommend that they disperse and lie low, hiding until the Blessed has been dealt with. Once more Vigdis implores Dala to lead them, although she steps back at the somewhat glassy stare he returns to her.They tidy themselves up and then leave the bookstore, to walk straight into the arms of the Artisans Fist, the mercenary police force of Bridlerest. Their claims that they were here on behalf of the owners fall on deaf ears when they can’t produce said owners (who have already left by the back door). Although Arilyn contemplates attacking the guards magically, Trajan doesn’t want to make a scene and agrees to accompany them back to their guardhouse for questioning.A captain of the guard questions them, and Trajan drops the name of Countess Naomi into the conversation - although it doesn’t grant them the instant freedom they were hoping for. They are detained overnight in a locked room while the Fist undertakes some investigations.The next morning they are released by a corporal, with a brief request to not get involved in breaking and entering again “but we’ll let you off this time since the owner has asked us to drop all charges”. They return to their hotel rooms. It is going to be the grand ball this evening, and they want to prepare and get ready.Trajan is alarmed to find that his room has obviously been searched during the night, as has the girls room. He angrily takes it up with the owner who seems genuinely upset that something like this could happen in his exclusive inn (“But I pay my dues!” he whines). He passes them a small bag of silver Marks for them to not let it known that something like this has happened in his inn, which they accept.Their next task is to visit the local temple of Asura, to see if the local high priest is able to restore Dala’s lost wisdom. Trajan is feeling cautious, as he is aware that there might be a price on his head at his own temples at the moment…At the entrance they are greeted by a small, tubby and bald acolyte with a broom - he seems surprised and pleased to receive visitors. Stuttering, he asks them to take a seat while he fetches the “acting high priest” from the library.He returns with another very short acolyte, a bald Singharese woman who is introduced as Maztil. Can she cast powerful healing magic to restore Dala’s wisdom? Well, not today. She prays each evening before Holy Day and Lord Asura normally grants her certain miracles of healing, purifying or blessing, but nobody has been able to cast powerful magic since the old high priest died. No, she doesn’t have any miracles “prepared” today, she only prays for them on Holy days. The rest of the time she is in the library attempting to catch up on her new job.“It is strange” Trajan notes, “that one as apparently, uh, inexperienced as yourself should now be in charge of the temple here. What exactly has happened?”“Well” Maztil replies, “a few months ago our old high priest Shunnamin took ill and died all of a sudden, and nobody could do anything to help him. It is a good job that the itinerant priest from Singh came along soon after, yes siree! He helped get us back on the straight and narrow, and promoted me into my current position until new help comes down from Singh”.“His name was Daros, I think”.</blockquote>

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