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[24/20] - Bountiful Harvest
[17/20] - Exceptional Hunt
You examine a distant memory. You recall that your true name was spoken, at times, by the crash of midsummer rain against soil. Or inscribed, at others, by the smouldering trace of lightning through heartwood.
You recall.
>[PROSPERITY] A distorted crash.
>[JUSTICE] A ragged trace.
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The rich soil parts with another bountiful harvest. The family pulls thick-fleshed raisin fruits from fallowing vines. Store-cellars and trade-cellars overflow with small dried berries, mixed with animal fat rendered from easonal game.
The repentant brigand and his diligent daughter turn the fields until the sky darkens and the dappled shadows become long. When they return to their wood-braced tent, they often find fresh fruit-bread given by a precocious child and warm pelts delivered by a still-silent hunter.
The six of them journey to your shrine at the first brush of snowfall. Items ring against your offering bowl: lesser in number but not quality. Sweetened preserves, stacked in jars of honeyed glass. A set of simple adornments crafted from skin, sinew, and polished bone. The child fashions a wreath from tender frostbloom that hangs behind your pedestal like a crown.
[+8 FAITH]
[+3 FAITH]
The family prays quietly for health; for prosperity.
The hunter prays silently for courage; for purpose.
The grey-eyed brigand and his daughter, however, drop well-worn blades and chain-mail links before your pedestal. They pray for forgiveness; for you to grant permanence to a transient act of mercy.
They place a single, flickering candle before your pedestal.
>[EXTINGUISH] The brigand and his daughter will leave. [-1 FAITH]
>[MAINTAIN] The brigand and his daughter will stay. [-1 FAITH]
>[NOTHING] Chance. Roll 1d2 for outcome above.
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Additional Actions [PICK ONE]:
>[GUIDANCE] - The ruins call. [-4 FAITH] [Specify who.]
>[EARTHWARD] - Look earthward. [-1 FAITH] [This option is not mutually exclusive]
>[NOTHING]
