Atebos tells you 'You contest the validity of the library and Heralds'
You tell Atebos 'I contest documents from over four centuries ago, yes.'
Atebos tells you 'With what evidence or pretense'
You tell Atebos 'As much as the Library has supporting their own claims.'
Atebos tells you 'Centuries of journaled articles and interviews?'
You tell Atebos 'Let's say yes, I do.'
Atebos tells you 'You, a mere mortal cub, no older than a fraction of a fraction of time'
You tell Atebos 'I could put quill to parchment, just as any other scribe. '
Atebos tells you 'I doubt it.'
Atebos tells you 'Not any become Heralds'
You tell Atebos 'That is your argument? Perhaps this will be easier than I had anticipated.'
Atebos tells you 'You argue against a god, use logic to your advantage'
You tell Atebos 'My logic is sound. Faith is no logic.'
Atebos tells you 'Otherwise you may find that fate has a nasty habit of taking what it deserves.'
You tell Atebos 'Not every Herald you employ is pure and just.'
Atebos tells you 'Whom do you speak of, young man-cub'
You tell Atebos 'Krazien and Lohra, the twins.'
CLANCHAT Cerihk: 'I think this God may have a crush on me, though I am unfamiliar with
modern courting techniques.'
Atebos tells you 'And what is your qualm against these twins'
CLANCHAT Cerihk: 'By calling one a man-cub...what does that suggest?'
CLANCHAT Crasemir: 'That you are small.'
You tell Atebos 'They omitted evidence of my reign and left out crucial details in the Knights
campaign during that Age.'
Atebos tells you 'Your reign'
You tell Atebos 'My reign. I was once Archfiend Cehrik, General of the Forsaken. '
You tell Atebos 'However, this is not about pride as much as it is about the Knights
Atebos tells you 'The library holds the articles and scrolls that tell history as it was made out by
those whom were there'
You tell Atebos 'I was merely a boy as I watched their drunken soldiers take and abuse our sisters,
our daughters and wives. Molest them in front of us, blind with their own greed.'
Atebos tells you 'They do not write the exploits, false ones, that are envisioned by the chaotics
who care not for the recording of history'
You tell Atebos 'So you admit bias in the Heraldry?'
Atebos tells you 'It seems to me that you seek to exploit your accusations upon the library in order
to gain evidence of your envisioned glory days.'
CLANCHAT Cerihk: 'Let it be known, Atebos has admitted bias in the Heraldry.'
Atebos tells you 'I admit none'
Immortal IMM_TALKS: Wow, good timing.
You tell Atebos 'I speak no falsehoods or half-truths.'
You tell Atebos 'The Knights came seeking their treasure and stopped at nothing to find it.'
Atebos tells you 'If you were a Herald, then perhaps you would record such memories'
You tell Atebos 'Perhaps you should enlist me then, I would add several volumes to what is missing.
Atebos appears in a swirling mist.
You tell Atebos 'As a freelance writer, I would fill in what the those two bastards decided was fine
to leave out.'
Atebos says 'So you believe yourself to be a writer.'
Cerihk turns to Atebos, 'I've signed a few death warrants in my time.
You nod.
Atebos says 'In your total years of nineteen on the human calendar.'
Atebos seems thoughtful.
You say 'I have been reawoken for about that long, yes.'
Atebos supports his arm with his left hand while stroking his chin with his right.
You say 'Counting the time I seem to have spent rotting away in my burial tomb....I count nearly
five centuries.'
His right hand reaches up to his left arm as Cerihk pulls at his sagging flesh-suit.
Atebos begins to pace around you, drawing circles into the ground with every enflamed step of his
hooves.
Cerihk mutters something about obese gravekeepers.
Cerihk looks around him suddenly, 'What is the meaning of this?
Atebos says 'So you accuse MY heralds of lies.'
Atebos says 'And conclude to biased writers.'
You say 'I accuse those two brothers, enlisted by the Heraldry some many hundred years ago, of
forgery and bias, yes.'
Atebos continues to pace you, ignoring the words streaming from your mouth.
Atebos says 'So I am to trust your word?'
Atebos says this to himself mostly.
Atebos taps one of his hooves on the ground. Sparks ignite and fly everywhere.
Cerihk shakes his head. 'I am not asking for anyone's trust. I do not need it. The Knights show
their true colors already.
Cerihk taps his chin thoughtfully, 'All the people need is a new way of thinking.
The room begins to heat up gradually with the pacing of the deity.
Atebos says 'Tell me.'
Atebos seems thoughtful and says, 'What death warrants?'
Atebos stops and faces you.
Atebos says 'They say that liars should have their tongues cut.'
Atebos says 'I however am not one for the cruel ways of the empirical mortals.'
His brow perks up slightly as he tries to recall events long past. Cerihk says, 'Captured patrols of
Knights seen raping and pillaging the towns they razed.'
Atebos flicks a golden strand held in its hand. A piercing sound vibrates through the air.
Cerihk looks all about himself carefully.
Atebos says 'Yes Cerihk.'
Atebos steps closer to you.
Atebos says 'Choose your next words carefully.'
Atebos seems utterly serious.
Cerihk stiffens his posture somewhat.
His right hand reaches up to his left arm as Cerihk pulls at his sagging flesh-suit.
A soft tinkling fills the air.
An Immortal drops a pool of liquid.
Cerihk flinches at the sudden movement.
Atebos tilts his head slowly to one side.
Atebos looks at you.
Atebos says 'Disgusting.'
Cerihk sighs, 'Yes, I know. Bah.
You say 'I am in the process of finding a more suitable skin. One with youth, and firm texture.'
Cerihk pulls at the skin above his knees, pulling it taut against his thigh bones.
Atebos says 'Perhaps.'
Atebos brings his chest up and reaches his full height.
Atebos says 'In the future.'
Atebos says 'I have forseen that you shall bring full evidence to any accusations you make.'
Atebos flicks his fingers as you feel your skin prickle.
Atebos says 'Do not fight it, it is your fate.'
Cerihk pinches at the flesh draped over his bones.
Atebos says 'You may think of it as a curse, but others may see otherwise.'
Atebos says 'Unless you have else to say, we are done here.'
Atebos begins to walk away, his hooves leaving melted spots in the ground.
Cerihk gets a quill and parchment from a sturdy backpack.
Suddenly stopping, Atebos says, 'For now.'
Atebos leaves in a swirling mist.
You say 'So, just to summarize - You admit that the Heraldry does not take kindly to what the public
views as liars and tends to ignore them, even with no evidence?'
Someone rides in.
You say 'Futher bias by two brothers of whom you have no record. And a history of Knights untold?'
Cerihk finishes his notes and stores them in a sturdy backpack.
Crasemir rides in.
Crasemir fills the barrel with milk from a pool of liquid.
Cerihk nods at Crasemir.
Crasemir nods.
Cerihk says 'Got your shield?'
Crasemir nods.
Crasemir wears the Iridescent Shield as a shield.
Cerihk agrees absolutely.
Crasemir sits down and rests.
The pool of liquid smells decidedly foul.
Crasemir says 'Now I'm looking for the knight.'
Cerihk groans. 'Well, whatever you do, don't drink from that pool.
Crasemir chuckles politely.
Immortal IMM_TALKS: That was priceless