1629, Fire Season, Fertility Week, Waterday
Context
Somewhere in Lunar Tarsh. Session To Be Logged.
Events
Waterday starts so well. There has been more worship lately. Lord Eril is pleased by that, which is understandable given the pressures on him. The net effect is that Lord Raven lowers his guard just as his Wyter Priest does the most idiotic thing she has managed all season. He is sure this is not a lie, despite not knowing anything else she has done.
The battle roar that is a single voice exists suddenly, the question asked of the God.
Is it appropriate for me to temporarily join the Lunar Army to greatly aid the cause of Sartar?
He feels Lord Eril’s irritation at the interruption, senses the Hero answer. The two are one, but neither they, nor he, can bring themselves to believe what she has said; only to answer it.
WHAT? NO! OF COURSE NOT!
He has never seen a thunderbolt hit the front row of a shield wall, but now he knows what thunderstruck is. Eril is so taken aback that his attention wavers from his conversation, and he commands his Wyter to tell him if that really happened, or if he has been driven mad by some Lunar magic.
It… happened, Lord Raven admits. I have no idea either.
The sense of knowing god and man fades. The knowledge that Lord Eril was astounded into silence in public does not.
