Quoted By:
[22/20] - Magnificent Harvest [+6 FAITH]
[21/20] - Magnificent Hunt [+4 FAITH]
[22/20] - Magnificent Harvest [+4 FAITH]
FAITH: [8 - 3 [BREEZE/DEW] -1 [TILE] + 14]
When the storm abates, the two families pull cartfulls of amber crop from the turned earth. Tufts of cream colored feathers mix with powdered snow as the hunter collects his daily bounty of winter-fowl.
The stormlogged trader tracks the motion of the sun above the lead colored sky with an instrument of filigreed brass. For shelter and a generous helping of frost-preserves, he offers glass, metal, and silver to his modest hosts.
As the eve of the frost-solstice dawns, he watches the gathering of the harvest-goods with appraising eyes. He examines the tying of dried crop-satchets and the careful placement of polished silver and glass beneath a long-shattered pedestal.
"...not among the known aspects," asks the trader. "Do they bear a name? A dominion?"
"...none that we know, yet it often sways the noontime breeze and the afternoon fog," replies the daughter. "Among others."
"A humble god."
"We are humble folk," reflects the child's father. "Perhaps that is why we receive answer."
Every night after, the trader leaves his tent carrying a hooded lantern. He enters the shrine with furtive steps, dusting his thick, frost-stiffened robes before pacing the crumbling atrium. Measurements are taken with silvered brass; etchings with powdered charcoal...
>[BREEZE/DEW] - Extinguish his lantern. [-1 FAITH]
>[BREEZE/DEW] - Preserve his lantern. [-1 FAITH]
>[NOTHING]
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Earthward. The path continues past a granite waystone, its sharp corners weathered smooth. Rough circles of cut stone border a creeping treeline. Careless wind turns the wheels of an upturned wagon.
>[SKYWARD] - Look Skyward [TOP]. [-2 FAITH] [NOT MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE]
>[GUIDANCE] - Explore the wagon. [CHOOSE WHO] [-2 OR -4 FAITH]
>[GUIDANCE] - Explore the tents. [CHOOSE WHO] [-2 OR -4 FAITH]
>[NOTHING]
