LogAn Age of High Adventure-Munin-1 - Revision history

https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1 LogAn Age of High Adventure-Munin-1 - Revision history 2026-04-29T18:20:02Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.40.1 https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4582&oldid=prev Munin at 04:43, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:43:57Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:43, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l255">Line 255:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 255:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Epilogue'''</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Epilogue'''</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was several weeks before the chance to escape presented itself to Teru. Surprised that he was not immediately executed, Teru was instead left to languish in the dungeons beneath Gurbekhan's citadel. He marked the time by the ebb and flow of the tides, which brought brackish sea-water into his cell, the salty brine setting fire to his every cut and scrape, of which he had sustained many. Finally one afternoon he came face to face with a guard who entered the cell to ensure Teru was still alive. Mustering his strength, Teru looked upon the man with the beguiling gaze of the cobra. A short while later, clad in the guard's own cloak, Teru walked outward through the gates of Gurbekhan. On a spike set atop the gate tower high above him, the open-mouthed head of Arroch gazed down at him with dead eyes, watching sightlessly as Teru headed back into the desert from whence he <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">came</del>.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was several weeks before the chance to escape presented itself to Teru. Surprised that he was not immediately executed, Teru was instead left to languish in the dungeons beneath Gurbekhan's citadel. He marked the time by the ebb and flow of the tides, which brought brackish sea-water into his cell, the salty brine setting fire to his every cut and scrape, of which he had sustained many. Finally one afternoon he came face to face with a guard who entered the cell to ensure Teru was still alive. Mustering his strength, Teru looked upon the man with the beguiling gaze of the cobra. A short while later, clad in the guard's own cloak, Teru walked outward through the gates of Gurbekhan. On a spike set atop the gate tower high above him, the open-mouthed head of Arroch gazed down at him with dead eyes, watching sightlessly as Teru headed back into the desert from whence he <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">had come</ins>.</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4581&oldid=prev Munin at 04:43, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:43:27Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:43, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l251">Line 251:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 251:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>''Here we go again, thought Set, still watching events from the black beyond. The god thought to perhaps send a scirocco, a sudden blast of wind to cause Teru to stumble. But with his temples in the city smashed, with the peoples' belief shaken, with the effort of moving so many mortals to his puppet strings, with the resounding blow of his broken attempt to possess the warrior woman's will, and with a thousand other events on this world and so many others impinging upon his divine consciousness, Set found himself in a weakened state. Instead of a mighty gale, all that transpired was a strong gust, enough to make the candles about the chamber flicker but no more. It would be until the inky darkness of the next new moon before Set's influence would be felt again in Gurbekhan.''</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>''Here we go again, thought Set, still watching events from the black beyond. The god thought to perhaps send a scirocco, a sudden blast of wind to cause Teru to stumble. But with his temples in the city smashed, with the peoples' belief shaken, with the effort of moving so many mortals to his puppet strings, with the resounding blow of his broken attempt to possess the warrior woman's will, and with a thousand other events on this world and so many others impinging upon his divine consciousness, Set found himself in a weakened state. Instead of a mighty gale, all that transpired was a strong gust, enough to make the candles about the chamber flicker but no more. It would be until the inky darkness of the next new moon before Set's influence would be felt again in Gurbekhan.''</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though it disappointed her, the attack in the bath came as no great surprise to Sorcha. And maybe it was his unwillingess to plunge a sword through her perfect breast, but Arroch's attack was just a heartbeat too slow. With a slippery-quick sidestep, Sorcha let the blade pass <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">harmless </del>by her, reached out to catch Arroch's outthrust sword-hand, and pulled. The force of his attack already putting his balance far forward, the wiry man pitched forward into the water. With a sickening crunch, his face made contact with the stone lip of the bath, and blood began immediately pouring from his nose to stain the water. Keeping control of his sword-hand and smoothly mounting him from behind, Sorcha used her weight to carry him below the surface of the bath, wrapping her legs about him to pin him. With the other hand she slapped the stiletto from Teru's hand, calling "Guards! Seize him!" This they promptly did, and Teru had neither the heart nor the strength to resist. Sorcha remained astraddle Arroch until his dazed, barely conscious struggles subsided permanently.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though it disappointed her, the attack in the bath came as no great surprise to Sorcha. And maybe it was his unwillingess to plunge a sword through her perfect breast, but Arroch's attack was just a heartbeat too slow. With a slippery-quick sidestep, Sorcha let the blade pass <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">harmlessly </ins>by her, reached out to catch Arroch's outthrust sword-hand, and pulled. The force of his attack already putting his balance far forward, the wiry man pitched forward into the water. With a sickening crunch, his face made contact with the stone lip of the bath <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">behind her</ins>, and blood began immediately pouring from his nose to stain the water. Keeping control of his sword-hand and smoothly mounting him from behind, Sorcha used her weight to carry him below the surface of the bath, wrapping her legs about him to pin him. With the other hand she slapped the stiletto from Teru's hand, calling "Guards! Seize him!" This they promptly did, and Teru had neither the heart nor the strength to resist. Sorcha remained astraddle Arroch until his dazed, barely conscious struggles subsided permanently.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Epilogue'''</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''Epilogue'''</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was several weeks before the chance to escape presented itself to Teru. Surprised that he was not immediately executed, Teru was instead left to languish in the dungeons beneath Gurbekhan's citadel. He marked the time by the ebb and flow of the tides, which brought brackish sea-water into his cell, the salty brine setting fire to his every cut and scrape, of which he had sustained many. Finally one afternoon he came face to face with a guard who entered the cell to ensure Teru was still alive. Mustering his strength, Teru looked upon the man with the beguiling gaze of the cobra. A short while later, clad in the guard's own cloak, Teru walked outward through the gates of Gurbekhan. On a spike set atop the gate tower high above him, the open-mouthed head of Arroch gazed down at him with dead eyes, watching sightlessly as Teru headed back into the desert from whence he came.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was several weeks before the chance to escape presented itself to Teru. Surprised that he was not immediately executed, Teru was instead left to languish in the dungeons beneath Gurbekhan's citadel. He marked the time by the ebb and flow of the tides, which brought brackish sea-water into his cell, the salty brine setting fire to his every cut and scrape, of which he had sustained many. Finally one afternoon he came face to face with a guard who entered the cell to ensure Teru was still alive. Mustering his strength, Teru looked upon the man with the beguiling gaze of the cobra. A short while later, clad in the guard's own cloak, Teru walked outward through the gates of Gurbekhan. On a spike set atop the gate tower high above him, the open-mouthed head of Arroch gazed down at him with dead eyes, watching sightlessly as Teru headed back into the desert from whence he came.</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4580&oldid=prev Munin at 04:38, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:38:57Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:38, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l225">Line 225:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 225:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Arroch's eyes narrowed, showing clearly his instant suspicion. "What do you mean?"</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Arroch's eyes narrowed, showing clearly his instant suspicion. "What do you mean?"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Why, only that you are more fit to rule than your queen. My lady Sorcha has rebuked the local customs, angered the populace by tearing down their houses of worship. But you have no such stubbornness. Were you to embrace their customs, the people would love you. As your men already love you."</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Why, only that you are more fit to rule than your queen. My lady Sorcha has rebuked the local customs, angered the populace by tearing down their houses of worship. But you have no such stubbornness. Were you to embrace their customs, the people would love you. As your men already love you<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Willing to die for you, every one of them</ins>."</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Arroch sat back, a bemused smile playing across his lips. "I suppose."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Arroch sat back, a bemused smile playing across his lips. "I suppose."</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4579&oldid=prev Munin at 04:36, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:36:47Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:36, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l213">Line 213:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 213:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Already mounted, Arroch approached Sorcha, leaning down and extending a hand. "Come, my queen. Leave this work to the men. They are more than capable of it. Let us ride to Gurbekhan together." And with his most winning smile, "I will keep you warm, my lady. Of that you can be sure."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Already mounted, Arroch approached Sorcha, leaning down and extending a hand. "Come, my queen. Leave this work to the men. They are more than capable of it. Let us ride to Gurbekhan together." And with his most winning smile, "I will keep you warm, my lady. Of that you can be sure."</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She hesitated for a moment. Perhaps her unknowing brush with the divine had taken something out of her, or perhaps she simply enjoyed the man's company, arrogance or no. Whatever the cause, she eventually grasped his hand and let him pull her up into the saddle in <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">from </del>of him, wrapping his arms around her. Smartly setting his boots to the rump of his horse, Arroch galloped away. The sound of thudding hooves and the sighing night wind filled her ears, blotting out the subtle warning she did not hear - her men, enthusiastically chanting Arroch's name. As they had chanted hers after every victorious conquest.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>She hesitated for a moment. Perhaps her unknowing brush with the divine had taken something out of her, or perhaps she simply enjoyed the man's company, arrogance or no. Whatever the cause, she eventually grasped his hand and let him pull her up into the saddle in <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">front </ins>of him, wrapping his arms around her. Smartly setting his boots to the rump of his horse, Arroch galloped away. The sound of thudding hooves and the sighing night wind filled her ears, blotting out the subtle warning she did not hear - her men, enthusiastically chanting Arroch's name. As they had chanted hers after every victorious conquest.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''The Man Who Would Be King'''</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''The Man Who Would Be King'''</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4578&oldid=prev Munin at 04:28, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:28:44Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:28, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l43">Line 43:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 43:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>''Perhaps it was chance. Perhaps it was Sekharoth's invocation of the god's name. Perhaps it was the alignment of the stars. Whatever the cause, at that moment Set's gaze and attention was cast upon the tableau unfolding in the darkened dwelling. With a knowing available only to the divine, the god comprehended at an instant what these insignificant mortals were attempting in his name. For weeks the god had looked down upon this tiny settlement and seethed. His priests slaughtered, his temple defiled, idols to lesser gods erected in lands that were his by right. It angered him, and he had several times considered blowing forth a mighty sandstorm that would wipe the town and its heathen usurpers from the map. But retribution was a long game requiring patience. This barbarian "queen" must be dealt with, that much was true. But her fierceness was a tool, and how much sweeter would his vengeance be if she could be turned to his cause? And here came these "devout" monks, about to fail him while invoking his name! Simpletons! Though the serpent in him applauded the idea of using poison, Set had bigger plans. He had to act before these mortals did something foolish, as was always the way of mortals. Sending forth a tendril of his power, he slithered into the mind of Al-Q'ut, casting aside the man's will as one might shed a cloak. Or as a serpent might shed a skin.''</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>''Perhaps it was chance. Perhaps it was Sekharoth's invocation of the god's name. Perhaps it was the alignment of the stars. Whatever the cause, at that moment Set's gaze and attention was cast upon the tableau unfolding in the darkened dwelling. With a knowing available only to the divine, the god comprehended at an instant what these insignificant mortals were attempting in his name. For weeks the god had looked down upon this tiny settlement and seethed. His priests slaughtered, his temple defiled, idols to lesser gods erected in lands that were his by right. It angered him, and he had several times considered blowing forth a mighty sandstorm that would wipe the town and its heathen usurpers from the map. But retribution was a long game requiring patience. This barbarian "queen" must be dealt with, that much was true. But her fierceness was a tool, and how much sweeter would his vengeance be if she could be turned to his cause? And here came these "devout" monks, about to fail him while invoking his name! Simpletons! Though the serpent in him applauded the idea of using poison, Set had bigger plans. He had to act before these mortals did something foolish, as was always the way of mortals. Sending forth a tendril of his power, he slithered into the mind of Al-Q'ut, casting aside the man's will as one might shed a cloak. Or as a serpent might shed a skin.''</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though he did not comprehend its source, Teru noted the sudden steel in the black-marketeer's voice, the sudden cold, hard, deep cast to his eyes. "No. You shall not have it. Be gone and do not return." Undeterred, Sekharoth brandished his stout walking stick. "Tell me where it is, cur, or I shall be forced to beat you soundly."</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though he did not comprehend its source, Teru noted the sudden steel in the black-marketeer's voice, the sudden cold, hard, deep cast to his eyes. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">''</ins>"No. You shall not have it. Be gone and do not return."<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'' </ins>Undeterred, Sekharoth brandished his stout walking stick. "Tell me where it is, cur, or I shall be forced to beat you soundly."</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>For his part, Teru invoked the name of Set himself. Ordinarily, the magician-monk could adopt the beguiling, hypnotic gaze of the cobra, shaping the opinions of the weak-willed. But the gaze returned by Al-Q'ut was flat. Void. Empty. Teru began to suspect something was very wrong indeed.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>For his part, Teru invoked the name of Set himself. Ordinarily, the magician-monk could adopt the beguiling, hypnotic gaze of the cobra, shaping the opinions of the weak-willed. But the gaze returned by Al-Q'ut was flat. Void. Empty. Teru began to suspect something was very wrong indeed.</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4577&oldid=prev Munin at 04:27, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:27:49Z

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Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4576&oldid=prev Munin at 04:21, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:21:35Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:21, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l129">Line 129:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 129:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"It is called Khafra, my lady."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"It is called Khafra, my lady."</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"And who is buried here<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">.</del>"</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"And who is buried here<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">?</ins>"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"A powerful high-priest of Set, Amun-Rotakh, who held dominion over the temples of this region in the Third Age."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"A powerful high-priest of Set, Amun-Rotakh, who held dominion over the temples of this region in the Third Age."</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4575&oldid=prev Munin at 04:16, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:16:45Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:16, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l49">Line 49:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 49:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Seeing that his threats were having no effect, Sekharoth turned from Al-Q'ut in disgust. "Fine, I'll find it myself," he blustered, and began ransacking the cluttered abode. Boxes, casks, amphorae, and satchels of every shape, size, and description lay scattered about the place, each containing some article of variously worthless, valuable, legitimate, stolen, or contraband good. Calmly, Al-Q'ut strode to Sekharoth and laid a hand upon his arm. His grip was like iron. With a grunt, Sekharoth tore himself away. Seizing Al-Q'ut's wife (recently appeared to see what all of the commotion was about), the big monk grabbed the collar of her garment, forcing her to her knees and cruelly twisting to constrict her breathing. "Give me what I want, or you will become a widower this night."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Seeing that his threats were having no effect, Sekharoth turned from Al-Q'ut in disgust. "Fine, I'll find it myself," he blustered, and began ransacking the cluttered abode. Boxes, casks, amphorae, and satchels of every shape, size, and description lay scattered about the place, each containing some article of variously worthless, valuable, legitimate, stolen, or contraband good. Calmly, Al-Q'ut strode to Sekharoth and laid a hand upon his arm. His grip was like iron. With a grunt, Sekharoth tore himself away. Seizing Al-Q'ut's wife (recently appeared to see what all of the commotion was about), the big monk grabbed the collar of her garment, forcing her to her knees and cruelly twisting to constrict her breathing. "Give me what I want, or you will become a widower this night."</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though most who dealt with him believed the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">weaselly </del>Al-Q'ut bore loyalty to no one but himself, the threat to the one person in the world he held most dear was enough to cause the man's will to reassert itself. Concentration suddenly rent asunder, the god's control over the mortal was broken, the backlash causing some portion of Set's energy to be spilled into the aether. A sudden peal of thunder was heard in the distance. As if waking from a hazy dream, the black-marketeer's eyes regained focus. "Of course! Yes, I'll give you the poison!" Retrieving a small, unlabelled cask from a cluttered shelf, he said, "Take it and go!"</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though most who dealt with him believed the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">weasely </ins>Al-Q'ut bore loyalty to no one but himself, the threat to the one person in the world he held most dear was enough to cause the man's will to reassert itself. Concentration suddenly rent asunder, the god's control over the mortal was broken, the backlash causing some portion of Set's energy to be spilled into the aether. A sudden peal of thunder was heard in the distance. As if waking from a hazy dream, the black-marketeer's eyes regained focus. "Of course! Yes, I'll give you the poison!" Retrieving a small, unlabelled cask from a cluttered shelf, he said, "Take it and go!"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Satisfied, Sekharoth took the cask and stepped back into the night without another word. Before leaving, Teru cast one last glance back at Al-Q'ut, now comforting his wife and once again showing no outward signs of what mystery had just transpired. Giving a shiver, Teru followed Sekharoth back out into the darkened streets.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Satisfied, Sekharoth took the cask and stepped back into the night without another word. Before leaving, Teru cast one last glance back at Al-Q'ut, now comforting his wife and once again showing no outward signs of what mystery had just transpired. Giving a shiver, Teru followed Sekharoth back out into the darkened streets.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l105">Line 105:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 105:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"And how well is it defended?"</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"And how well is it defended?"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"It is nigh unto impregnable," Sekharoth blustered, clearly trying to head off Sorcha's ambitions. "You would be forced to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">beseige </del>it for months, if not years!"</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"It is nigh unto impregnable," Sekharoth blustered, clearly trying to head off Sorcha's ambitions. "You would be forced to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">besiege </ins>it for months, if not years!"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>But Teru sensed an opportunity. If Sorcha could be tricked into doing something rash or foolish, if he could arrange her capture at the hands of young Lord Rahar, she could meet the grisly end which she so richly deserved, and her petty principality would be rolled back into the lands of the faithful. "It is as my friend says. But Nafri is not without weakness. While it is true that an army could dash itself to bits upon the rocks of Nafri's walls, there is another way into the city. A small group of hand-picked warriors could with luck make their way in unseen. But it would be difficult, not a task I would trust to just anyone. Only the bravest and most skilled could carry the day, my lady."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>But Teru sensed an opportunity. If Sorcha could be tricked into doing something rash or foolish, if he could arrange her capture at the hands of young Lord Rahar, she could meet the grisly end which she so richly deserved, and her petty principality would be rolled back into the lands of the faithful. "It is as my friend says. But Nafri is not without weakness. While it is true that an army could dash itself to bits upon the rocks of Nafri's walls, there is another way into the city. A small group of hand-picked warriors could with luck make their way in unseen. But it would be difficult, not a task I would trust to just anyone. Only the bravest and most skilled could carry the day, my lady."</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4574&oldid=prev Munin at 04:07, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:07:25Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:07, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l41">Line 41:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 41:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>In the dim, cluttered interior of the dwelling Teru got his first good look at Al-Q'ut. He was small, somewhat dirty, with slightly bulging eyes. He demanded to know just what Sekharoth thought he was doing, and whether the monk was, in fact, trying to get them all killed. Sekharoth explained the task that lay before the monks and of the opportunity presented by the tun of honeyed wine. Invoking the name of Set to instill faith (or fear) in the man, Sekharoth demanded the black-marketeer's aid in the form of poison. "I know you have it. Give it to us now and let us strike this blow for Father Night!"</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>In the dim, cluttered interior of the dwelling Teru got his first good look at Al-Q'ut. He was small, somewhat dirty, with slightly bulging eyes. He demanded to know just what Sekharoth thought he was doing, and whether the monk was, in fact, trying to get them all killed. Sekharoth explained the task that lay before the monks and of the opportunity presented by the tun of honeyed wine. Invoking the name of Set to instill faith (or fear) in the man, Sekharoth demanded the black-marketeer's aid in the form of poison. "I know you have it. Give it to us now and let us strike this blow for Father Night!"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Perhaps it was chance. Perhaps it was Sekharoth's invocation of the god's name. Perhaps it was the alignment of the stars. Whatever the cause, at that moment Set's gaze and attention was cast upon the tableau unfolding in the darkened dwelling. With a knowing available only to the divine, the god comprehended at an instant what these insignificant mortals were attempting in his name. For weeks the god had looked down upon this tiny settlement and seethed. His priests slaughtered, his temple defiled, idols to lesser gods erected in lands that were his by right. It angered him, and he had several times considered blowing forth a mighty sandstorm that would wipe the town and its heathen usurpers from the map. But retribution was a long game requiring patience. This barbarian "queen" must be dealt with, that much was true. But her fierceness was a tool, and how much sweeter would his vengeance be if she could be turned to his cause? And here came these "devout" monks, about to fail him while invoking his name! Simpletons! Though the serpent in him applauded the idea of using poison, Set had bigger plans. He had to act before these mortals did something foolish, as was always the way of mortals. Sending forth a tendril of his power, he slithered into the mind of Al-Q'ut, casting aside the man's will as one might shed a cloak.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Perhaps it was chance. Perhaps it was Sekharoth's invocation of the god's name. Perhaps it was the alignment of the stars. Whatever the cause, at that moment Set's gaze and attention was cast upon the tableau unfolding in the darkened dwelling. With a knowing available only to the divine, the god comprehended at an instant what these insignificant mortals were attempting in his name. For weeks the god had looked down upon this tiny settlement and seethed. His priests slaughtered, his temple defiled, idols to lesser gods erected in lands that were his by right. It angered him, and he had several times considered blowing forth a mighty sandstorm that would wipe the town and its heathen usurpers from the map. But retribution was a long game requiring patience. This barbarian "queen" must be dealt with, that much was true. But her fierceness was a tool, and how much sweeter would his vengeance be if she could be turned to his cause? And here came these "devout" monks, about to fail him while invoking his name! Simpletons! Though the serpent in him applauded the idea of using poison, Set had bigger plans. He had to act before these mortals did something foolish, as was always the way of mortals. Sending forth a tendril of his power, he slithered into the mind of Al-Q'ut, casting aside the man's will as one might shed a cloak<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Or as a serpent might shed a skin</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though he did not comprehend its source, Teru noted the sudden steel in the black-marketeer's voice, the sudden cold, hard, deep cast to his eyes. "No. You shall not have it. Be gone and do not return." Undeterred, Sekharoth brandished his stout walking stick. "Tell me where it is, cur, or I shall be forced to beat you soundly."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though he did not comprehend its source, Teru noted the sudden steel in the black-marketeer's voice, the sudden cold, hard, deep cast to his eyes. "No. You shall not have it. Be gone and do not return." Undeterred, Sekharoth brandished his stout walking stick. "Tell me where it is, cur, or I shall be forced to beat you soundly."</div></td></tr>  </table>

Munin https://aafnrp.cipul.com/wiki/index.php?title=LogAn_Age_of_High_Adventure-Munin-1&diff=4573&oldid=prev Munin at 04:05, 25 June 2015 2015-06-25T04:05:21Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 00:05, 25 June 2015</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l41">Line 41:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 41:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>In the dim, cluttered interior of the dwelling Teru got his first good look at Al-Q'ut. He was small, somewhat dirty, with slightly bulging eyes. He demanded to know just what Sekharoth thought he was doing, and whether the monk was, in fact, trying to get them all killed. Sekharoth explained the task that lay before the monks and of the opportunity presented by the tun of honeyed wine. Invoking the name of Set to instill faith (or fear) in the man, Sekharoth demanded the black-marketeer's aid in the form of poison. "I know you have it. Give it to us now and let us strike this blow for Father Night!"</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>In the dim, cluttered interior of the dwelling Teru got his first good look at Al-Q'ut. He was small, somewhat dirty, with slightly bulging eyes. He demanded to know just what Sekharoth thought he was doing, and whether the monk was, in fact, trying to get them all killed. Sekharoth explained the task that lay before the monks and of the opportunity presented by the tun of honeyed wine. Invoking the name of Set to instill faith (or fear) in the man, Sekharoth demanded the black-marketeer's aid in the form of poison. "I know you have it. Give it to us now and let us strike this blow for Father Night!"</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Perhaps it was chance. Perhaps it was Sekharoth's <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">intonation </del>of the god's name. Perhaps it was the alignment of the stars. Whatever the cause, at that moment Set's gaze and attention was cast upon the tableau unfolding in the darkened dwelling. With a knowing available only to the divine, the god comprehended at an instant what these insignificant mortals were attempting in his name. For weeks the god had looked down upon this tiny settlement and seethed. His priests slaughtered, his temple defiled, idols to lesser gods erected in lands that were his by right. It angered him, and he had several times considered blowing forth a mighty sandstorm that would wipe the town and its heathen usurpers from the map. But retribution was a long game requiring patience. This barbarian "queen" must be dealt with, that much was true. But her fierceness was a tool, and how much sweeter would his vengeance be if she could be turned to his cause? And here came these "devout" monks, about to fail him while invoking his name! Simpletons! Though the serpent in him applauded the idea of using poison, Set had bigger plans. He had to act before these mortals did something foolish, as was always the way of mortals. Sending forth a tendril of his power, he slithered into the mind of Al-Q'ut, casting aside the man's will as one might shed a cloak.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Perhaps it was chance. Perhaps it was Sekharoth's <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">invocation </ins>of the god's name. Perhaps it was the alignment of the stars. Whatever the cause, at that moment Set's gaze and attention was cast upon the tableau unfolding in the darkened dwelling. With a knowing available only to the divine, the god comprehended at an instant what these insignificant mortals were attempting in his name. For weeks the god had looked down upon this tiny settlement and seethed. His priests slaughtered, his temple defiled, idols to lesser gods erected in lands that were his by right. It angered him, and he had several times considered blowing forth a mighty sandstorm that would wipe the town and its heathen usurpers from the map. But retribution was a long game requiring patience. This barbarian "queen" must be dealt with, that much was true. But her fierceness was a tool, and how much sweeter would his vengeance be if she could be turned to his cause? And here came these "devout" monks, about to fail him while invoking his name! Simpletons! Though the serpent in him applauded the idea of using poison, Set had bigger plans. He had to act before these mortals did something foolish, as was always the way of mortals. Sending forth a tendril of his power, he slithered into the mind of Al-Q'ut, casting aside the man's will as one might shed a cloak.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br/></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though he did not comprehend its source, Teru noted the sudden steel in the black-marketeer's voice, the sudden cold, hard, deep cast to his eyes. "No. You shall not have it. Be gone and do not return." Undeterred, Sekharoth brandished his stout walking stick. "Tell me where it is, cur, or I shall be forced to beat you soundly."</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Though he did not comprehend its source, Teru noted the sudden steel in the black-marketeer's voice, the sudden cold, hard, deep cast to his eyes. "No. You shall not have it. Be gone and do not return." Undeterred, Sekharoth brandished his stout walking stick. "Tell me where it is, cur, or I shall be forced to beat you soundly."</div></td></tr>  </table>

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