Omake: Cult Fiction
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Cult fiction. An Omake of why Cults are dumb. Or how people are dumb.
It was not often that Garin Drekelis High Inquisitor and Companion ™ wanted to drink all his problems away. It did happen on occasion, usually whenever Viserys would do something Dragony™ . This was yet another such occasion. He would have to request the Inqusitions wine budget be doubled again.
With how deity like Viserys was in power and demeanor there would of course be plenty of citizens who would take it to the next logical step. Create a religion based around his worship. Or as the Inquisiton likened it to, a cult. That had been expected, plenty of Inquisitors had been on standby to infiltrate such an organization to ensure it did not turn into something dangerous. Small potatoes really for such agents.
They had not expected this....
"You can not be serious." Garin asked looking up from the report to stare at the Inquisitor that had hand delivered it. The agent looked mildly uncomfortable, as one should be when one's boss repeats a question thrice.
"I am afraid it has been verified from across the realm." The agent confirms wearily.
"How do we even fail this comprehensively? This is exactly the kind of thing the Inquisition was made for, we divine these kinds of problems away!" Garin should be angry, he really should. It was hard however to not be bemused at how massively they had underestimated the situation.
"We had 5 agents insert themselves into the leadership of the cult when it was born here at the Deep, we had no idea it could happen this way." The agent argues defensively.
"Yes, the keyword here is the... How did we miss it splintering like this, there are reports here about thousands of different cults." Granted most have less then a score members...
"We thought it was centered around the capital and the cults in other towns took direction from the central chapter. We... Misjudged, didn't foresee how different the people of the realm think compared to each other." The agent admitted frankly still looking pained.
"There was a riot in Tyrosh, over 200 people were killed, this is more then a mistake. What are they disagreeing on anyway?" Garin asked switching gears, the time now was for solutions not regret.
"The cult of Visdery's Light argued that in the words of the younger Viserys all devils were naught but evil. The cult of Visery's Radiance argued that the much wiser and older Viserys words on the usefulness of Devil's that have their ties to Hell cut were the true words of the King now God."
"What a load of shit." Garin sighed explosively looking down at the reports of deaths and damages over the last day. "Do we know how they are even getting these ideas?"
"Someone found a way to record all of the King's speeches through magic somehow. Even those from before the realm was born. Needless to say people have formed vastly different opinions on it, especially as some of the words from years ago vastly disagrees with some of his recent speeches." There was some humour now in the voice of the agent as he explained. "These speeches were spread across the realm and every cultist formed their own opinions... And then their own cults. And they are not having quiet disagreements. The Tyrosh brawl was the biggest so far but there are hundreds of skirmishes going on as we speak."
Garin drags a hand across his face. "So every big mouth out there suddenly has something to prove. This is because Viserys promised to hand out magic to those most loyal and devout to the idea of the empire isn't it?"
"I would wager that was the tip off point aye."
"So... We either need a ritual big enough to completely wipe the minds of these cults back to before things went insane or convince the king to stop giving speeches and feeding the fire of these nutjobs..." Garin pondered out loud.
Garin and the agent looked at each other for a long moment.
"Soo... Do you want me to ask Lady Lya what the costs would be for such a large ritual?"
"Obviously." Garin snaps rolling his eyes.
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Next day
"Garin, why is half my realm on fire? Viserys asked the soot covered and tired looking High Inquisitor. He had come to ask his old friend expecting the Inquisition to know. Divinations had been very confusing, giving no clear answers. When he had asked Tyene she has just burst out laughing pointing at him. Dany was avoiding him and everytime he sent a thought her way he could feel her amusement.
"Because of you." Garin says bluntly leaning back against a wall. He had spent the entire night and day breaking up fights between small minded men and women. What did it matter what colour the King's clothes were, and how could two cults come to a clash to the death over that!
"Me? What did I do?" Viserys asked bemusedly.
"That, you talked, talk too much." Garin slides down the wall with a yawn, this could be a good nap place. It was nice and dark and the only impedient was Viserys.
"Garin?"
"I am going to sleep. Don't hold any speeches."
"What? Wh-"
"Sleep!"
"....Alright, I will go find Ser Richard." As he walks away." Maybe he can bring some sanity here."
It was not often that Garin Drekelis High Inquisitor and Companion ™ wanted to drink all his problems away. It did happen on occasion, usually whenever Viserys would do something Dragony™ . This was yet another such occasion. He would have to request the Inqusitions wine budget be doubled again.
With how deity like Viserys was in power and demeanor there would of course be plenty of citizens who would take it to the next logical step. Create a religion based around his worship. Or as the Inquisiton likened it to, a cult. That had been expected, plenty of Inquisitors had been on standby to infiltrate such an organization to ensure it did not turn into something dangerous. Small potatoes really for such agents.
They had not expected this....
"You can not be serious." Garin asked looking up from the report to stare at the Inquisitor that had hand delivered it. The agent looked mildly uncomfortable, as one should be when one's boss repeats a question thrice.
"I am afraid it has been verified from across the realm." The agent confirms wearily.
"How do we even fail this comprehensively? This is exactly the kind of thing the Inquisition was made for, we divine these kinds of problems away!" Garin should be angry, he really should. It was hard however to not be bemused at how massively they had underestimated the situation.
"We had 5 agents insert themselves into the leadership of the cult when it was born here at the Deep, we had no idea it could happen this way." The agent argues defensively.
"Yes, the keyword here is the... How did we miss it splintering like this, there are reports here about thousands of different cults." Granted most have less then a score members...
"We thought it was centered around the capital and the cults in other towns took direction from the central chapter. We... Misjudged, didn't foresee how different the people of the realm think compared to each other." The agent admitted frankly still looking pained.
"There was a riot in Tyrosh, over 200 people were killed, this is more then a mistake. What are they disagreeing on anyway?" Garin asked switching gears, the time now was for solutions not regret.
"The cult of Visdery's Light argued that in the words of the younger Viserys all devils were naught but evil. The cult of Visery's Radiance argued that the much wiser and older Viserys words on the usefulness of Devil's that have their ties to Hell cut were the true words of the King now God."
"What a load of shit." Garin sighed explosively looking down at the reports of deaths and damages over the last day. "Do we know how they are even getting these ideas?"
"Someone found a way to record all of the King's speeches through magic somehow. Even those from before the realm was born. Needless to say people have formed vastly different opinions on it, especially as some of the words from years ago vastly disagrees with some of his recent speeches." There was some humour now in the voice of the agent as he explained. "These speeches were spread across the realm and every cultist formed their own opinions... And then their own cults. And they are not having quiet disagreements. The Tyrosh brawl was the biggest so far but there are hundreds of skirmishes going on as we speak."
Garin drags a hand across his face. "So every big mouth out there suddenly has something to prove. This is because Viserys promised to hand out magic to those most loyal and devout to the idea of the empire isn't it?"
"I would wager that was the tip off point aye."
"So... We either need a ritual big enough to completely wipe the minds of these cults back to before things went insane or convince the king to stop giving speeches and feeding the fire of these nutjobs..." Garin pondered out loud.
Garin and the agent looked at each other for a long moment.
"Soo... Do you want me to ask Lady Lya what the costs would be for such a large ritual?"
"Obviously." Garin snaps rolling his eyes.
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Next day
"Garin, why is half my realm on fire? Viserys asked the soot covered and tired looking High Inquisitor. He had come to ask his old friend expecting the Inquisition to know. Divinations had been very confusing, giving no clear answers. When he had asked Tyene she has just burst out laughing pointing at him. Dany was avoiding him and everytime he sent a thought her way he could feel her amusement.
"Because of you." Garin says bluntly leaning back against a wall. He had spent the entire night and day breaking up fights between small minded men and women. What did it matter what colour the King's clothes were, and how could two cults come to a clash to the death over that!
"Me? What did I do?" Viserys asked bemusedly.
"That, you talked, talk too much." Garin slides down the wall with a yawn, this could be a good nap place. It was nice and dark and the only impedient was Viserys.
"Garin?"
"I am going to sleep. Don't hold any speeches."
"What? Wh-"
"Sleep!"
"....Alright, I will go find Ser Richard." As he walks away." Maybe he can bring some sanity here."
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