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>Go get Rakta and Flora, maybe they can help you with another plan.
This was a something created by one of the gods.
So Rakta would have to know something about it.
Qothos had to have its own eldritch literature, right?
With that hope you picked up your two prisoners and headed to the truck.
It was surrounded by several Kobolds trying to open it.
They were very insistent on seeing what treasures it contained.
You tried to convince them that there were more valuable things elsewhere, you had to kick the most stubborn ones away.
When you finished you realized that your two "prisoners" were debating which of them should kill you.
"He caught you first, do it yourself."
"He took the book from you, get it back."
You interrupted them to ask where they had gotten it.
"We stole it?"
"from where?" you asked exasperated
They looked at each other and then shrugged.
Unable to remember an answer to the simple question.
Then they continued debating which of them was responsible for killing you.
They were still tied up so you decided to concentrate on seeing if Rakta could help.
You opened the closed gates of the truck and got in.
Lucy was in the booth, looking out with Potato, amused by the chaos.
Flora seemed to be somewhat affected, but mostly it was just nervous twitches.
Rakta was sitting on the ground, staring off into space.
Lost in her thoughts.
When you spoke she reacted and asked you what was going on.
You tried to explain everything calmly.
"Shit. That book is banned in both the Empire and the Democracy."
"I understand, but does Qothos have something similar? If these are Milagros poems, do you have any way to combat them?" You asked urgently.
"Not truly, the legacies of Qothos are tokens of order and unity. Milagros is..."
It was then that Flora intervened.
"Weren't you A Chosen One? Or is that title just for show?" She said with a calm smile.
"Gag in your pride, heretic. Our fallen star doesn't need to prove anything to you."
"True, I can handle the situation on my own. A couple of spells to restrain the most violent ones and just wait it out."
With that, she looked at you.
"Our contract requires me to help, but I don't have enough aberrance and I need your permission to use magic."
(Rule 7 & 8)
"Do you have a contract?" asked Rakta.
"We'll tell you later. Shall I get to work?" The spriggan answered, laying the groundwork for the next plan.
"Not yet, I know that I have no real power, but the legacy of Qothos is within my reach... although it is dangerous."
"What is the legacy of Qothos exactly?" You asked curiously.
"Unity."
What will you do?
>Let Rakta deal with this (she will suffer two permanent injuries)
> Let Flora restrain them (Where does she get the aberration that she lacks? The forest? Killing people?)
>Maybe the answer is in the book? What's the worst that can happen? (Roll 1d20)
>Restrain them physically with ropes, it will be difficult to do and explain.
>Wait it out, then you will heal the wounded.
>Write in
