Turn 6.1 Results
+3 Food (28)
+8 Mundane Resources (25)
-100 Runes (4,715)
+5 Progress: Great Rune of Heresy (10/200)
+5 Progress: Great Rune of Decay (65/100)
6 > 2 Galdrik does not die
Time moved along; your people shambled about with purple poison in their souls, cloying the veins and welling up in the eyes. However, they were still yours; they had sworn themself to you, and so they worked despite rumors and talks of sedation.
Food was finally being stockpiled, and you had perhaps enough to supply your settlement for a time—not for long—but perhaps you could fit the poison that ran through their veins and clouded their sight.
You shook your head. You couldn't afford that. You had to keep moving forward and keep forging relations. There were still other villages on the mountain, other people you could bring into the fold, and so much to do.
You could lift the spell later; you had so much to do.
"Hey!" Alafair shouted as his animal clip-clopped through the snow. You turned and waved before gesturing for him to follow you toward one of the houses. It was a very snowy day today, and you doubted he wanted to sit out as the snow piled higher and higher.
The Wandering Merchant did just that, climbing off his animal and tied it to a post outside the house. He then undid a flap on the bag hanging from its neck, revealing a bounty of hay the animal started digging into.
"How has information gathering gone?" you asked Alafair after he had gotten settled. Your head of the rumor mill hummed as he took a sip from the mug of steaming tea placed in front of him.
Leyndell Rumour Mill
56
"There's not much to talk about. The army is training and getting properly equipped. The nobles have settled down after some words behind closed doors, and the downtrodden are crushed underfoot," he told you with a spark of anger in his last few words. I also brought the staves; your men should be grabbing them."
You leaned around him and saw that was the case. You nodded at them as they slowly, with faint tracks of purple running down their faces, gathered the staves and seals.
+1 Magical Weaponry (2)
"Thank you. Now, I would like you to improve your network," you told Alafair, causing the man to hum as a calculating gleam entered his eyes.
"Sure, I'll need some more Runes if I'm going to do anything beyond keeping an ear open," he replied, and you nodded. You knew you had supported his lavish spending as he kept an ear open. Now, you needed a proper network beyond a few bribes and open ears; this would require proper funds.
-50 Runes (4,665)
"Here you go," you told him as fragments of the Elden Ring drifted from you to him. His eyes gleamed momentarily as he breathed out, that strange feeling everybody felt at touching even the smallest portions of the Elden Ring being brushed aside.
"Thank you. I'll do what I can," he replied as he rose to his feet. You didn't take offense; you knew that he was more comfortable on the road and that he would want to get going.
Now, you just had to trust him to start building an information network; knowledge was power, and you needed all the power you could get.
Improve the Leyndell Rumour Mill
93+29(Intrigue) = 122
+10 to Leyndell Rumour Mill rolls
Who would you like Alafair to focus on? (Pick Two)
[] [Rumour] The Nobles
[] [Rumour] The Army
[] [Rumour] The Citizens
[] [Rumour] The Downtrodden
[] [Rumour] The Veiled Monarch (Counts as Two)
Set up a proper Religion [CHARM]
18+39(Piety)+20(Charisma of Miquella) = 77 > 70 Success
You strode into the town center where you had told your people to meet. You were going to form a proper religion, something more than the scattered faiths of people you had brought into your fold.
You stepped up on a small plinth that had been set up for you. As you raised your hands in the air, you gilded your tongue in silver before raising your voice as high as your small body could.
"Greetings!" you shouted, the words nearly stolen by the frozen breeze. Even if they couldn't hear, the meaning of your words struck their soul. You compelled their affection as you spoke to the point that even the blind could see your vision.
"I come, speaking in the same of St. Trina. This world is cruel!" Your voice continued to rise as your vocal cords trembled, but silver held them tight as you spoke.
"However, soon this Golden Dawn will arrive, and if you follow me, you will see it in your lifetime," you said. You had started with the brilliant light, the goal for everybody to reach toward. Now, you needed to give them what they could do, something everybody could do to work towards your promised goal.
"And so I say There are tyrants in this world, those who abuse the power they have to enslave the weak and hunt those they find different. When you have power, be not like the tyrants. Instead, to those who are weak, extend the hand of help; to those who are scorned, lend your heart and ear. For in aiding one another, we find strength to heal the world." you told your group as fervor rose. They were listening; these downtrodden at the end of the world liked the idea of helping others, of reaching a hand down and pulling somebody up.
"Lastly, a warning!" you shouted, causing the growing mutters to fade down, "There will be those that strive to impede us, that cloud the waking mind. Listen to the dreams; listen to me when I whisper in your ear as you sleep. Trust in me and swear to listen as the master of dreams and slumber," your voice faded as you finished, and for a scant second, you worried. What if they didn't want this? What if they assaulted you and tried to drive you out?
Then the voices, the shouts, and screaming of devotees who would lay down their lives rushed over you. The blossoming warmth their faith sent up your spine was greater than any meal you had tasted. You could feel that purple poison grow throughout your soul as St. Trina was established. You had been St. Trina before, as a guise and for deception, but now you were St. Trina just as much as you had been Miquella. Perhaps just a hair more, for who knew of Miquella except for your sister?
That thought tickled the back of your mind as your soul swelled with the faith of your new church brought in with a silver tongue.
Formed Church of Golden Dawn
Boost Morale
92+40(Diplomacy) = 132 > 65 Success
You talked. It was something you felt like you did often, but now you were doing it more than before. People came to you with problems. They could be small or big, but you solved them or, at the very least, talked with them.
"Do you know your blood is radiant?" one of the Guilties asked as he leered at your chest. You knew it wasn't your chest he was looking at; it was your heart. The Guilties had this fascination with your blood that baffled you, but you ignored it because you were here to talk to them.
"Yes, do you have any other problems?" you asked, utilizing your kind voice. You were St. Trina right now, and despite these strange questions, you didn't care; that cloying purple poison blotted out your anger.
"Ah, just tired and hungry," he complained, but you had heard that dozens of times by now, so you merely brushed past that.
"That is being worked on, and here," you told him as you forced out that poison in your soul into a drop of violet purple. The Guilty's eyes locked on it as he reached down and drank the poison, his posture relaxing as he rose to his feet.
He slurred out words that you couldn't understand before he shambled away and left. You breathed out, your breath steaming the air as the fire burned in your veins. You ignored them as you readied yourself to speak once again.
+1 Human Morale (6/10)
+1 Astrologer Morale (4/10)
+1 Guilty Morale (3/10)
Hold Sermons
28+39(Piety) = 67 > 40 Success
You watched as Somnus spoke, his voice reverberating with his faith in you.
"Come now!" he shouted at the people who passed by. "You cry and whine over tiredness. Is St. Trina not the mistress of dreams? Should you not be grateful that she shares her gift with you? She has shared a brilliant future with us that we just have to grasp."
You noticed that people perked up as they heard that your religion was already providing a backbone for people. The prayers you had faintly heard had returned with a vengeance, tugs, and strings coiling around your limbs as people put their faith in you.
Was this why your mother was a goddess? Having these people in your palm was intoxicating. You could tell them to do something, and they would fall over themselves to agree, to worship at the feet of St. Trina.
Well, perhaps not yet. Despite your pulling them in by compelling affection, religion was a hard sell. It would take time to grow until your people truly believed, but until then, you would watch and guide them as the mistress of dreams and guardian of the downtrodden they thought you were.
+1 Fervor (1/10)
+2 Human Morale (8/10)
+2 Astrologer Morale (6/10)
+2 Guilty Morale (5/10)
Setting up a Trade Route for Food
77+40(Diplomacy) = 117 > 60 Success
Setting up a Trade Route for Food
55+40(Diplomacy) = 90 > 60 Success
Trading was the same as always. You had to head to a place and talk to people. You knew what buttons to press, just going through the motions. They didn't have anybody who could resist your charm, as simple as it was.
Despite a few people questioning your authority, you were a nascent goddess and Empyrean. A simple look had them retreating as you kept talking with their leader.
It was oh so simple to pull their strings and have them dancing along. It would only take a moment to have them under your thrall, and they would happily give up their food. Or you could, of course, trade and give away what was yours, so for what was theirs. However, you increasingly thought, why? You were trying to help them; they were struggling here, so why not accept them into the fold and just help them? It would only take a few words and they would be so much more happier.
What do you trade? (Pick two, can pick the same option twice)
[] [Trade] Resources (-5 Mundane Resources/Turn, +10 Food/Turn)
[] [Trade] Weaponry (-1 Weaponry/Turn, +5 Food/Turn)
[] [Trade] Runes (-50 Runes/Turn, +15 Food/Turn)
[] [Trade] Charm them (+20 Food/Turn, you can recruit the village as a Free Action later)
Plant the Sapling under the Minor Erdtree
60+29(Intrigue) = 89 > 60 Success
You sat back on your heels as you patted your hands together. You had planted the Sapling under the Minor Erdtree; it was cradled in the roots of the much larger tree and would grow as it drained from it.
It had been easy to plant, and even now, it grew visible to the naked eye. You let blood fall from your arm, slaking its thirst before you closed the wound with a simple thought of regression.
You then held out your hand and sent out purple mist.
Cast: Room of Slumber
67+39(Piety)+30(St. Trina's Blessing) = 136 (Anything that can sleep must pass a DC 136 check to not fall asleep upon entering this room. Certain people and beings are immune)
It took a scant few seconds to cast the spell, flooding the room with a thick mist. You took a few more moments to ensure the room was clouded with it. This would affect how the tree grew, but it was better than leaving it in the open.
You smiled as you departed, purple mist coiling around your legs as whatever small animals remained in the room slipped into a deep and permanent slumber.
What do you name this sapling?
[] [Sapling] Write in
Study the Great Rune of Decay: Malenia
49+25(Learning)+19(Great Rune of Decay) = 93 > 80 Success
"It breaks everything down," Malenia stated as she looked down at you resting in her lap. You hummed as she ran her flesh and blood through your hair, telling her to continue.
"There is not much else to say; it breaks everything down, even the Scarlet Rot," she said. You looked up at her when she said that, but before your mind could go off spiraling into new directions, she gently pushed you back down to her lap.
"It doesn't do anything else; the Scarlet Rot is entirely unaffected beyond a faint ebbing."
"That doesn't mean it can't help!" you shot back, your voice carrying faint hints of hope. The Golden Order itself may have failed her, but that didn't mean this fragment of it couldn't help.
"Perhaps," she replied, caving instantly. You felt a flicker of regret about pushing her on this but ignored it. You were trying to help her. She would tell you if she truly didn't want to talk about it, so you would push her on how her Great Rune worked so that you could help her.
"Tell me everything," you asked her, your voice faint with hope.
Gain Basic Understanding: Great Rune of Decay
-500 Runes (4,165)
+50 Progress: Great Rune of Decay (115/100)
You watched from a distance as Malenia sat your gift cradled in her flesh arm. She was growing her great Rune, and while she had tried to push you away, you had crept after her. She wouldn't be getting rid of you, so she had allowed you to watch.
You could only hope she would arrive on the other side still your sister, and stronger.
How does Malenia's Great Rune curdle?
[] Decay of Heart (Malenia reduces the DC of any action where she non-violently conflicts with people. People's emotions will slowly curdle into apathy the longer they spend around her; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] Decay of Flesh (Inflict a stacking -20 debuff on everybody in the same combat as Malenia. People will start to become ill and die around her; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] Decay of Earth (Malenia can slowly break and ruin anything; nobody except her can halt the process. Non-living things will slowly break, and living things will slowly weaken around her; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] Decay of Memory (Malenia can induce the mental and spiritual effects of old age on anybody with only Gods and the mightiest Empyreans able to resist. The mental faculties and souls of everybody around her will slowly deteriorate; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] A Partial Bloom (Malenia's Scarlet Rot is enhanced, she takes another step closer to her destiny)
+8 Mundane Resources (25)
-100 Runes (4,715)
+5 Progress: Great Rune of Heresy (10/200)
+5 Progress: Great Rune of Decay (65/100)
6 > 2 Galdrik does not die
Time moved along; your people shambled about with purple poison in their souls, cloying the veins and welling up in the eyes. However, they were still yours; they had sworn themself to you, and so they worked despite rumors and talks of sedation.
Food was finally being stockpiled, and you had perhaps enough to supply your settlement for a time—not for long—but perhaps you could fit the poison that ran through their veins and clouded their sight.
You shook your head. You couldn't afford that. You had to keep moving forward and keep forging relations. There were still other villages on the mountain, other people you could bring into the fold, and so much to do.
You could lift the spell later; you had so much to do.
"Hey!" Alafair shouted as his animal clip-clopped through the snow. You turned and waved before gesturing for him to follow you toward one of the houses. It was a very snowy day today, and you doubted he wanted to sit out as the snow piled higher and higher.
The Wandering Merchant did just that, climbing off his animal and tied it to a post outside the house. He then undid a flap on the bag hanging from its neck, revealing a bounty of hay the animal started digging into.
"How has information gathering gone?" you asked Alafair after he had gotten settled. Your head of the rumor mill hummed as he took a sip from the mug of steaming tea placed in front of him.
Leyndell Rumour Mill
56
"There's not much to talk about. The army is training and getting properly equipped. The nobles have settled down after some words behind closed doors, and the downtrodden are crushed underfoot," he told you with a spark of anger in his last few words. I also brought the staves; your men should be grabbing them."
You leaned around him and saw that was the case. You nodded at them as they slowly, with faint tracks of purple running down their faces, gathered the staves and seals.
+1 Magical Weaponry (2)
"Thank you. Now, I would like you to improve your network," you told Alafair, causing the man to hum as a calculating gleam entered his eyes.
"Sure, I'll need some more Runes if I'm going to do anything beyond keeping an ear open," he replied, and you nodded. You knew you had supported his lavish spending as he kept an ear open. Now, you needed a proper network beyond a few bribes and open ears; this would require proper funds.
-50 Runes (4,665)
"Here you go," you told him as fragments of the Elden Ring drifted from you to him. His eyes gleamed momentarily as he breathed out, that strange feeling everybody felt at touching even the smallest portions of the Elden Ring being brushed aside.
"Thank you. I'll do what I can," he replied as he rose to his feet. You didn't take offense; you knew that he was more comfortable on the road and that he would want to get going.
Now, you just had to trust him to start building an information network; knowledge was power, and you needed all the power you could get.
Improve the Leyndell Rumour Mill
93+29(Intrigue) = 122
+10 to Leyndell Rumour Mill rolls
Who would you like Alafair to focus on? (Pick Two)
[] [Rumour] The Nobles
[] [Rumour] The Army
[] [Rumour] The Citizens
[] [Rumour] The Downtrodden
[] [Rumour] The Veiled Monarch (Counts as Two)
Set up a proper Religion [CHARM]
18+39(Piety)+20(Charisma of Miquella) = 77 > 70 Success
You strode into the town center where you had told your people to meet. You were going to form a proper religion, something more than the scattered faiths of people you had brought into your fold.
You stepped up on a small plinth that had been set up for you. As you raised your hands in the air, you gilded your tongue in silver before raising your voice as high as your small body could.
"Greetings!" you shouted, the words nearly stolen by the frozen breeze. Even if they couldn't hear, the meaning of your words struck their soul. You compelled their affection as you spoke to the point that even the blind could see your vision.
"I come, speaking in the same of St. Trina. This world is cruel!" Your voice continued to rise as your vocal cords trembled, but silver held them tight as you spoke.
"However, soon this Golden Dawn will arrive, and if you follow me, you will see it in your lifetime," you said. You had started with the brilliant light, the goal for everybody to reach toward. Now, you needed to give them what they could do, something everybody could do to work towards your promised goal.
"And so I say There are tyrants in this world, those who abuse the power they have to enslave the weak and hunt those they find different. When you have power, be not like the tyrants. Instead, to those who are weak, extend the hand of help; to those who are scorned, lend your heart and ear. For in aiding one another, we find strength to heal the world." you told your group as fervor rose. They were listening; these downtrodden at the end of the world liked the idea of helping others, of reaching a hand down and pulling somebody up.
"Lastly, a warning!" you shouted, causing the growing mutters to fade down, "There will be those that strive to impede us, that cloud the waking mind. Listen to the dreams; listen to me when I whisper in your ear as you sleep. Trust in me and swear to listen as the master of dreams and slumber," your voice faded as you finished, and for a scant second, you worried. What if they didn't want this? What if they assaulted you and tried to drive you out?
Then the voices, the shouts, and screaming of devotees who would lay down their lives rushed over you. The blossoming warmth their faith sent up your spine was greater than any meal you had tasted. You could feel that purple poison grow throughout your soul as St. Trina was established. You had been St. Trina before, as a guise and for deception, but now you were St. Trina just as much as you had been Miquella. Perhaps just a hair more, for who knew of Miquella except for your sister?
That thought tickled the back of your mind as your soul swelled with the faith of your new church brought in with a silver tongue.
Formed Church of Golden Dawn
Boost Morale
92+40(Diplomacy) = 132 > 65 Success
You talked. It was something you felt like you did often, but now you were doing it more than before. People came to you with problems. They could be small or big, but you solved them or, at the very least, talked with them.
"Do you know your blood is radiant?" one of the Guilties asked as he leered at your chest. You knew it wasn't your chest he was looking at; it was your heart. The Guilties had this fascination with your blood that baffled you, but you ignored it because you were here to talk to them.
"Yes, do you have any other problems?" you asked, utilizing your kind voice. You were St. Trina right now, and despite these strange questions, you didn't care; that cloying purple poison blotted out your anger.
"Ah, just tired and hungry," he complained, but you had heard that dozens of times by now, so you merely brushed past that.
"That is being worked on, and here," you told him as you forced out that poison in your soul into a drop of violet purple. The Guilty's eyes locked on it as he reached down and drank the poison, his posture relaxing as he rose to his feet.
He slurred out words that you couldn't understand before he shambled away and left. You breathed out, your breath steaming the air as the fire burned in your veins. You ignored them as you readied yourself to speak once again.
+1 Human Morale (6/10)
+1 Astrologer Morale (4/10)
+1 Guilty Morale (3/10)
Hold Sermons
28+39(Piety) = 67 > 40 Success
You watched as Somnus spoke, his voice reverberating with his faith in you.
"Come now!" he shouted at the people who passed by. "You cry and whine over tiredness. Is St. Trina not the mistress of dreams? Should you not be grateful that she shares her gift with you? She has shared a brilliant future with us that we just have to grasp."
You noticed that people perked up as they heard that your religion was already providing a backbone for people. The prayers you had faintly heard had returned with a vengeance, tugs, and strings coiling around your limbs as people put their faith in you.
Was this why your mother was a goddess? Having these people in your palm was intoxicating. You could tell them to do something, and they would fall over themselves to agree, to worship at the feet of St. Trina.
Well, perhaps not yet. Despite your pulling them in by compelling affection, religion was a hard sell. It would take time to grow until your people truly believed, but until then, you would watch and guide them as the mistress of dreams and guardian of the downtrodden they thought you were.
+1 Fervor (1/10)
+2 Human Morale (8/10)
+2 Astrologer Morale (6/10)
+2 Guilty Morale (5/10)
Setting up a Trade Route for Food
77+40(Diplomacy) = 117 > 60 Success
Setting up a Trade Route for Food
55+40(Diplomacy) = 90 > 60 Success
Trading was the same as always. You had to head to a place and talk to people. You knew what buttons to press, just going through the motions. They didn't have anybody who could resist your charm, as simple as it was.
Despite a few people questioning your authority, you were a nascent goddess and Empyrean. A simple look had them retreating as you kept talking with their leader.
It was oh so simple to pull their strings and have them dancing along. It would only take a moment to have them under your thrall, and they would happily give up their food. Or you could, of course, trade and give away what was yours, so for what was theirs. However, you increasingly thought, why? You were trying to help them; they were struggling here, so why not accept them into the fold and just help them? It would only take a few words and they would be so much more happier.
What do you trade? (Pick two, can pick the same option twice)
[] [Trade] Resources (-5 Mundane Resources/Turn, +10 Food/Turn)
[] [Trade] Weaponry (-1 Weaponry/Turn, +5 Food/Turn)
[] [Trade] Runes (-50 Runes/Turn, +15 Food/Turn)
[] [Trade] Charm them (+20 Food/Turn, you can recruit the village as a Free Action later)
Plant the Sapling under the Minor Erdtree
60+29(Intrigue) = 89 > 60 Success
You sat back on your heels as you patted your hands together. You had planted the Sapling under the Minor Erdtree; it was cradled in the roots of the much larger tree and would grow as it drained from it.
It had been easy to plant, and even now, it grew visible to the naked eye. You let blood fall from your arm, slaking its thirst before you closed the wound with a simple thought of regression.
You then held out your hand and sent out purple mist.
Cast: Room of Slumber
67+39(Piety)+30(St. Trina's Blessing) = 136 (Anything that can sleep must pass a DC 136 check to not fall asleep upon entering this room. Certain people and beings are immune)
It took a scant few seconds to cast the spell, flooding the room with a thick mist. You took a few more moments to ensure the room was clouded with it. This would affect how the tree grew, but it was better than leaving it in the open.
You smiled as you departed, purple mist coiling around your legs as whatever small animals remained in the room slipped into a deep and permanent slumber.
What do you name this sapling?
[] [Sapling] Write in
Study the Great Rune of Decay: Malenia
49+25(Learning)+19(Great Rune of Decay) = 93 > 80 Success
"It breaks everything down," Malenia stated as she looked down at you resting in her lap. You hummed as she ran her flesh and blood through your hair, telling her to continue.
"There is not much else to say; it breaks everything down, even the Scarlet Rot," she said. You looked up at her when she said that, but before your mind could go off spiraling into new directions, she gently pushed you back down to her lap.
"It doesn't do anything else; the Scarlet Rot is entirely unaffected beyond a faint ebbing."
"That doesn't mean it can't help!" you shot back, your voice carrying faint hints of hope. The Golden Order itself may have failed her, but that didn't mean this fragment of it couldn't help.
"Perhaps," she replied, caving instantly. You felt a flicker of regret about pushing her on this but ignored it. You were trying to help her. She would tell you if she truly didn't want to talk about it, so you would push her on how her Great Rune worked so that you could help her.
"Tell me everything," you asked her, your voice faint with hope.
Gain Basic Understanding: Great Rune of Decay
-500 Runes (4,165)
+50 Progress: Great Rune of Decay (115/100)
You watched from a distance as Malenia sat your gift cradled in her flesh arm. She was growing her great Rune, and while she had tried to push you away, you had crept after her. She wouldn't be getting rid of you, so she had allowed you to watch.
You could only hope she would arrive on the other side still your sister, and stronger.
How does Malenia's Great Rune curdle?
[] Decay of Heart (Malenia reduces the DC of any action where she non-violently conflicts with people. People's emotions will slowly curdle into apathy the longer they spend around her; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] Decay of Flesh (Inflict a stacking -20 debuff on everybody in the same combat as Malenia. People will start to become ill and die around her; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] Decay of Earth (Malenia can slowly break and ruin anything; nobody except her can halt the process. Non-living things will slowly break, and living things will slowly weaken around her; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] Decay of Memory (Malenia can induce the mental and spiritual effects of old age on anybody with only Gods and the mightiest Empyreans able to resist. The mental faculties and souls of everybody around her will slowly deteriorate; this effect is enhanced when she uses [DECAY])
[] A Partial Bloom (Malenia's Scarlet Rot is enhanced, she takes another step closer to her destiny)
