Rolled 12, 2 + 10 = 24 (2d20 + 10)
>>6067596Seafood said a few things about the Ceremony.
Generally, making a real effort helps. The need for a Ceremony Six Times per Thirty Six Times might get reduced if you keep up a good effort, making you a net time savings. This means a real nice Marital Home, proper Groom and Bride candles (red and black, with Citron- and Frangipane- like scents respectively), and 9 Oath Dishes just short of One Michelin Star in quality.
You don't really see a point in wifing anything, and doubly not in a wife you can't even plup, but Seafood's already told you to do the CPC with a sneer that dares you to disobey. Some fuggen shit's going to happen to you if you don't keep this up, and it won't be from him. You just know it.
Right now you have free time and a ready rest-camp, so the CPC doesn't really wear on you yet. But when you travel you won't have either, and any big jostles to the Altar will break it. On the road, especially in some place where there's lotsa fighten, this is gonna be a fuggen CHORE.
You like to wish nothing happens, but goblins don't really waste time on hope; you collect more woods and fats and snackies in your basket-pack instead.
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Around moon-drop (3am) on the fourth day, your Seafood wakes you by kicking you off the ground.
"Lazy bones. Make tea and fan me! We leave in an hour!"
You make the tea from his tea leaves and a small copper kettle he brought; makes not quite a full mug, and he's drinking all of it.
You fan him with date palms, yawning as you do. He just sits, taking in what is left of the night. Out of idleness you ask him.
"Where have you been, Seafood?"
He takes a long while before answering. You're not sure if he doesn't feel like telling you shit, or if he just wants to make you wait. At last his need to boast overcomes him.
"Your great Shifu Oneself flew to a - quaint little town. A visiting middling official is visiting. A Low Magistrate, from my understanding. Common. No ability, low ambition; just lust and greed, and not very much. Visiting his mistresses, collecting bribes to be skimmed and passed. Well! I killed him! And his immediate household! And the servants! And the dogs and horses! I took only enough blood to keep things believable, and set the Town in uproar! All his known enemies and mistresses were detained for questioning! Then I killed them too! When their families pleaded the authorities, I killed some! When the authorities tried to contain the riot, I killed some more! I took my temper out on them! All because of YOUR shitty dinner!
>[SUPPER GREAT SUCCESS ADDITIONAL REWARD]>Yang Wuhan's need for living blood is reduced!>rolling! 