>>6300882“<span class="mu-s">EARTHMOTHER</span>’.” The catthing coughs, “Didn’t really follow her much being in a traditional Durher household and all, but she’s always been a big deal here in Umberal. Splitspring Temple’s probably been around almost as long as Umberal has…”
So she’s not a local? TT laughs.
“Not really–she’s got a lotta Molegg fans, though.” Shifting her search to another shelf, the Durher’s eyes dance over your way. “There was something about all rock and dirt being born from her, or something? Dunno the specifics, but I ran into one of her priestesses once… never thought a Molegg could move so gracefully… sing so beautifully…”
It takes you a moment to realize the fuzzball has stopped–her face glazed over with a blank, almost awed expression. She, uh… is she a fan?
“Wha? Huh?” Shaking off the stillness in her expression, the Spinner lets out a nervous laugh! “Sorry, lost myself for a second there… nah, Durhers tend to stick to <span class="mu-b">VIISLA THE HUNTRESS</span> or <span class="mu-b">BIISI THE FOOL</span>...” Biting her lip in thought, the girl shoots you an apologetic glance. “If I had to choose, I’d go with <span class="mu-b">BIISII.</span> He looks out for the aimless–points us on the right path, throws a win our way now and again.”
Let me guess, you begin with a wry grin forming on your dust-covered face, patron saint of gambling, right? The Spinner averts her eyes.
“... something like that…”
Bingo.
“What about you?” The question takes you by surprise. Huh? “Your gods, silly. You have ‘em in your plane, right?” A cocky smirk spreads across the Spinner’s face. “Bet you worship some kinda’ luck god too, don’tcha?”
Yet again your answer is obfuscated by the fog. You… maybe you did, you diplomatically reply, but uh… you’re not sure anymore.
<span class="mu-b">Maybe you just gave up.</span>
“Nyoho~so <span class="mu-i">mysterious</span>...” Purrs the performer as she makes a show of looking you over, “We’ll unravel your mysteries one of these days, Anton… one at a time~”
You hope so, you reply in a somewhat rueful tone, these foggy memories are <span class="mu-i">killing</span> you… The mischief in TT’s face gives way to a reassuring smile as she studies your somber expression.
“We’ll get there, Ant,” she replies softly as she returns to her search, “We’ll get there…”
It takes you a moment to realize you’re clenching your jaw.
>Roll me 1d100-3 (+3 TT Leads the Way, +3 Arcane Assistance, -9 DEAR LORD THIS PLACE IS A MESS) to track down the Keystone! Best of 3!Probably gonna be the last update of the night. Will do another on Wednesday!
