>>6187206Several figures begin to emerge from within. They are all Morfisians, though they look far more weathered than the rest of their kind that you’ve seen. It was clear that these men lived in the heart of the desert their entire lives, and were unused to the comforts of civilized life. You find that each of them is armed with a variety of weaponry. In the midst of their group is an elderly man, clad in ornate robes. By the distance the others give him, he appears to be their leader.
“Grigori.” The robed man says. “You bring an outsider with you. What is the meaning of this?”
“Elder Eman.” Grigori says, bowing his head. “I bring with me a foreigner who shares the Blessing of the Dragon.”
In an instant, the quiet gorge is filled with the angry rebukes and chatter of the armed men. The elder stares at you expectantly, but does not make any sudden moves. Rather than wait for these men to butcher you, you deem it best to just show them what the deal is. Just as Grigori presented you his Crest, you show the assembled mass of Cultists the Crest of Indech, producing the symbol within the palm of your hand. In an instant, the clamor has died down. The cultists stare at your Crest in total awe and shock until finally, much to your surprise…
Each of them bow their heads to the ground in your presence. In the olden days of Fodlan, Crest bearers held much political power and influence. Entire lineages could be shifted depending on if one was born with a Crest or not. But to receive this level of reverence just for having a Crest was completely unheard of. Perhaps you could get used to this…
“Great Leviathan, you have blessed us with another who shares your fearsome blood!” The robed man, Eman, joyously throws his hands out to the sky. “The destruction of the Evil City of Illusions truly does lie at hand! My lord, please grant us your name? Has great Leviathan truly sent you to help us destroy Morfis and pave the way for the Goddess?”
Woah. This man was suddenly making a lot of assumptions about you and your being here. And what was that about the Goddess? You had to play this very carefully. These cultists were practically dancing in the palm of your hand here. You had some measure of control, but the wrong move or word said could potentially spell disaster.
>A): That is right! Leviathan has sent me to aid you in your quest! (Bluff)>B): I possess the “Dragon’s Blessing”, but I am here of my own accord.>C): I have no idea what any of you are talking about.>D): Write-in 