[RPG] [RP][FEI] No One Here Believes in Adgharhinism

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Elerik Taim sat by the isolated shrine, reflecting with sadness. Thousands
of faithful... all of them lost, lost to fear and to the bloodthirsty
Sartanian war-demon. Lost to political machinations and control. Lost to
heresy!

He remembered finding the Book. The Book of Kings! Or perhaps it was the
Book of Relics... he hadn't found the title before it had vanished. His
memory felt strange when he thought about this. It was like being drunk -
someone, possibly Dormondt or Vite - had needed to drag him out of the dark
caverns beneath the Monastary Temple. Somehow they'd made it back.
Everything had returned to normal.

And yet the Larmebsi Prophecy had been fulfilled! They'd done it, meeting
each stage as foretold by a blind girl hundreds of miles inland. The quest
continued, but... but...

...but he couldn't quite figure out what had happened. Or what to do now.

So he sat by a shrine in Obtal, only dimly remembering an earthly
declaration that he was not to be allowed here. I am a Clan Chief, he
thought with absent-minded indignation.

Heresy...

Angrily he stood, and was carried by feet that seemed to walk with their own
will. The village had perhaps five hundred. He began ranting.

"Heretics! You have abandoned Adaghar!" he shouted, knowing that this would
not be too good a tactic, unable to control himself just the same. "You have
abandoned him, so he will abandon you! You in your ignorant, heretical
worship of a false god! He will wipe you from his vision! You will be
crushed like bugs, unless you repent! Repent now, fall on your knees and
pray for the forgiveness of the Giver! Pray for mercy from Lyonnith and
Lyonnhar! Repent now, while you still can! Adaghar moves! He moves, and his
ways are unstoppable! Shall he step this way? Scurry or repent, heretics!"

He went on this way for some time. Interestingly, over two hundred
Sartanians were convinced. Some of them actually did fall on their knees and
begin weeping prayer. Others simply tried patiently to make apologies,
gesturing to the surrounding land in a vague reference to the local
Sartanian lord and his supporters.

But the rest were not. Pushing aside the repentent ex-Adgharhinists, an
angry mob encircled Elerik, shouting profanities. He continued to preach as
he knew best, and this set them off. They attacked him with sticks, stones,
fists and feet. He was conscious for most of it, feeling the blows and the
pain and the blood. No defense. No crying out. He was out of breath and his
mouth was full of blood, yet he was still trying to preach his truth when
finally unconsciousness came.
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