Doubt and Resolve

[Random_White_Guy]

DM Shout:
Chaos and confusion around the Pyramid after an Assembly with death and violence aplenty.

Baleful glows emanate from the Pyramid's topmost spires.

Bashir Khatara
'Please evacuate the Pyramid immediately! EEK!'

DM Shout:
Chaos and confusion around the Pyramid after an Assembly with death and violence aplenty.

From the Pyramid's tip, a terrible red glow radiates from the topmost tip.

Aaisha al-Samar
Sealing Protocals are to be Enacted in the Chamber of Rule. All Non-Essential Staff are to be removed from the Pyamid at once!

DM Shout:The entire Well trembles.

Upon the lips of all, there is a word, and it is plain:

BASHMU.

Doubt

Gausim al-Marain
What began as an allotment of unprecedented graciousness and offer by the Balladeers, to see the entirety of the Accord's funds attended and prepared for trying times to come, to see all Three branches given a third increase over the Saenus standard...

What began as a heartfelt speech of agreement, from Sergeant Ashworth, about his men, his boys, who he called like sons, seeking to build something. To grow something. To aid and improve matters going forward, to help preserve us from the Gutters, to aid the District...

Even Apothar Mevura, putting aside politics, taking in feelings, seeing, hearing the wisdom in what was espoused. Espousing himself of what could be brought in a future. Such a show of unity. The three branches of the Accord.

...So much pain, so much grief, so much resentment, anger, bitterness. Festering. Clawing and cloying at the chest. Ripping through flesh, blood, steel. And now I fear, I wonder, were these words even true? Was this even genuine?

So much doubt, sowed by violence. So much agony. Such things manifest the Unspoken. A curse unlike the last - for at least, in some way, cause was given to Diakos' machinations and malicious intents. To sow his revenge. To make us suffer.

Before I made my way here I prayed to B'aara, to find the words. To stir in my teachings, my thoughts, my hearts - something I could say which would bring soothing. All I can muster is this, from the same Hymn I used to open the ASsembly.

To thee I cry, O'lady of the Wheel.

To rule though is not merely the lavish office, it is not the fame of a name known by many, it is not the claims of that how nobly you shall graciously accept your duty. It is in the work done. So I say this. We press on.

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In escort from the Krak de Rose, a number of Balladeers, an Acolyte, and the Legate after his claim to press on. They move with purpose collecting water at the Temple of B'aara, before making for the Pyramid.

There they are joined with others, including Legate Ymir, benediction given by Acolyte Narwen while Vizier Bashier prepares the keys to unseal the Temple. And the War-Party to enter.

DM Shout:
There is a great fluttering of wings in the spaces of the Pyramid...

And then...the funds dispensed. 32,000 dinar to each of the Accord. By now Balladeer Aurelio's orders 10 to each of the petals, and 2,000 to the district. Though the Sisters graciously offering 2,000 of their share the same.

Resolve

Gausim al-Marain
[A soft huffing, and puffing] And so... We did press on. Into the Pyramid. Eight-times clockwise the Monolith, countering the Wyrm. Balladeer, Sister, Astronomer, Legion, Legates, more... In Quest dispatched by the Balladeers to atone...

In laying low the Unspokens snakes, in laying low their champions, in slaying Great Lizard, Basilisk, and more that had infiltrated our sacred Pyramid. And in Consecration, B'aara returned. The Pyramid opened. Though matters dire. New legislation to come in the coming days...

...But as the Sable Cloak holds us this night, rejoice. The Mother has recognized the steps of atonement. Her mercies boundless. And chance we yet have to better. Live, my friends. Live. And Drink.

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Though the Mother returned to the Stele... scar tissue yet to form from such deep wound.