Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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[letsplayamod]

[The details he receives are inconclusive. There's something to them, but it's a bit outside his wheelhouse. Something mystical.

The flame licks at the glowing herb, and it's not long before he'll see wisps rising from the burner and intermingling in the air. It smells pleasant.

Is Ferdinand attempting an impromptu channeling?]

[markofnobility]

[He... doesn't realize that's what he might be doing because that kinda thing is NOOOOT cool with the Church. But once he can tell that it's magical he's just kinda- panic and snuffs it out.]

[letsplayamod]

[Shame, poor Ferdinand.

But even as he, panicking, snuffs out the barely burnt herbs, he'll receive one small image in the back of his mind.

That of a golden butterfly.]

[markofnobility]

[he freezes, eyes wide- then power walks his ass right out of there]