No promises, Imperial Saga!

[grave_of_being]

-1-


[Your business has brought you in contact with the so-called Cult of Yasaka! Whether you're here for answers, revenge, or religious business, you've been granted an audience with the cult's leader. However, something is definitely unusual about this - the leader isn't another cultist, it's the god Yasaka herself!]

[The divine aura she radiates, however, clashes a bit with the unrefined yawn she lets out as you enter. Sounds like she was taking a nap, and looks like she isn't super interested in whatever you're about to say.]

Very well, very well. Who hath summoned me, and for what purpose?


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[A newly-built church, hooray! On Kanako's turf? Hmm.]

[The attack came at night, when most of the church staff had already left the premises for the night. Those few who were there were given ample time to flee. While in the end, nobody was killed, the building has been reduced to a pile of rubble, with a number of massive pillars stuck into the ground amidst it like giant javelins.
As you come to the scene of the crime, a god is sitting cross-legged atop one of the pillars, smiling down at the wreckage.]

Are you with the church as well? I don't have anything against the Crystal King, but this is my territory.

I won't allow you to establish a presence greater than mine here!


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[The pub! This is the lasat place where a deity should probably be hanging out, but who's gonna tell her she can't?]

[Kanako is very clearly drunk, and making herself a bit of a spotlight, telling (occasionally bawdy) tales of yore. And being very generous with her money, to the profit of the pub.]

Now, I'll buy a round of drinks for anyone who will consider switching to my religion! No, two rounds!

Comments

[forceofnature]

If you keep giving them so much to drink, they won't ever remember you exist by tomorrow morning.

[grave_of_being]

Anyone so weak to beer is hardly worthy to be my follower.

[forceofnature]

You can't be so picky in this day and age. It's taking the best pick of a barrel of rotten apples; they're all still squishy and bruised.

I'll take them off your hand, anyway. More brain cells to rub together.

[grave_of_being]

Trying to steal my followers from under my nose? What a cheeky god.

I'll allow it, if you can defeat me in a drinking contest.

[forceofnature]

Now what happened to being unworthy of being your follower?

[grave_of_being]

It's not tomorrow morning yet! There's still time for them to prove their mettle in the field of alcohol.

[forceofnature]

I'll tell you what.

Since all grains and vines come from my earth, I win by default. You should really be thanking me for sharing.

[grave_of_being]

How arrogant! How would you like me to strip your earth of rain for an entire season? We'll see how proud you are of your grains and vines after that.

[forceofnature]

...

So what will you drink then?

[grave_of_being]

My personal supply, of course. Is yours so meager that it would be exhausted in a single season?

[forceofnature]

Please. It's nectar and ambrosia for me. Much better for the skin; it really cuts down on the age spots.

ahem.

[grave_of_being]

More importantly, would you truly use such petty arguments to decline a chance to drink your brains out with a fellow god?

[forceofnature]

...

I really shouldn't. The last time I stopped paying attention, the desert of Koan happened.

[grave_of_being]

Then leave the converting to me, until they leave the pub. If you won't drink, then this is my domain.

[forceofnature]

Tch. Fine.

...Do me a favor and club anyone who starts screeching about heresy.

[grave_of_being]

Will do.