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Rolled 5, 20 + 3 = 28 (2d20 + 3)
In the end, you decide to finish what you started – and bring Stentias back to the banks of the stream where he callously murdered Meurestes. Iudas’ report of the muddied stream aligns almost perfectly with your theory of Stentias’ attack of Meurestes - you suppose it’s possible that some other issue has angered the daimon of the stream, but you find it unlikely.
Your decision made, and ready to gamble that your understanding of events is correct, you have Stentias bound, gagged, and frog-marched back to the river shrine, his sandaled feet bouncing off the earth. You take an ugly pleasure in the way his head roughly bouncing from side to side, as he is muscled across the ground. You’re wise enough to bring Pantaleon and a small squad of spearmen for protection – Stentias’ eyes have gained the wild, frenzied quality of an animal in a trap, even as his head flops aimlessly. You’re certain that he would attempt to flee if he were not tied up so thoroughly. Additionally, you bring along the supplies you’ll need for a goodly sacrifice for the daimon – honeyed cakes and barley and one of the spearmen carries a yearling goat, softly bleating in the night. To your surprise, Iudas catches you outside the courtyard and insists on joining you - his voice full of determination and his face displaying…nostalgia? Sorrow? You aren’t sure, but you find no issue with his request and allow him to accompany you as well.
Finding the shrine in the dark is easier than you expect, between the pale light of Αιγλη Selene’s crown above, and Pantaleon’s unerring sense of direction. You spread the cakes upon the shrine’s small altar and take a moment’s effort to start a large fire – your group could hardly be more visible – the light and smoke must be visible for stadia in each direction. Between the racket you're planning to make, your powerful heritage and the offerings, you're sure to garner the attention of whatever daimon is present. Iudas joins you in prayer and invocation – as a Shasu noble, you might expect trepidation in summoning a daimon of Hellas, and yet – he is confident, imitating your prayers without error or hesitation. Once your spearmen are assembled in a ring, about 10 strides away from you, you sacrifice of the yearling goat - wrapping the thighs in a double-fold of fat and roasting them over the roaring campfire. You cast in handfuls of barley as you circle the campfire, rich aromas rising, singing:
<span class="mu-b">Beautiful eddies of Oceanus, flowing ones...
Servants of Artemis Προστατηρια;
Guardians of daughters!
I humbly beg your blessing
of attention. Come to us
in kindness! Put aside your anger
but for a moment...</span>
Iudas joins your song in easy harmony, bracing the golden notes of your song with lacquered struts...
>players, give me TWO rolls of dice+1d20+8
>full CHA (+5) and FOB (+3) bonii applies to Deianira given that she has brought Stentias bound and tied.
