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It is the fair season of long mornings and warm nights. Cream-white clouds float over lands dotted with red and gold.
The hunter treads silently over drying leaves, stalking game that has grown fat and complacent from the fruits of harvest-season. The family reaps their crop of long-wheat, sifting the grain through baskets of woven grass. Subtly, the dew and the breeze favor their preparations for the coming cold.
The hobbled brigand and his dutiful daughter maintain a wide berth from the hunter. But when the harvest reaches its zenith, they too partake in the sifting of the grain, and in turn receive a fair portion of fresh flax-bread.
The daughter appears at the base of your shrine that night, her face shadowed by the harvest-moon. Their first meal of warm bread rings against the base of your offering bowl.
[+2 FAITH]
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Dawnward. The forest continues its verdant march. Saplings poke between fallen arches. A stone ruin moulders gently in the autumn air.
>ROLL 2d20 + 2 [FAIR WEATHER] + 2 [BREEZE/DEW] + 1 [BRIGAND/DAUGHTER]. Best of 3 for the thaw-harvest and hunt.
>[NOTHING]
>[EARTHWARD] - Look earthward. [-1 FAITH] [This option is not mutually exclusive]
>[GUIDANCE] - The ruins call. [-4 FAITH] [Specify who.]
>[MEMORY] - Examine a distant memory. [-2 FAITH]
>[MEMORY] - Examine a yearning memory. [-4 FAITH]
