Brightwater investing (Moore, 89 days left)

[Anastasia]

Woosh. You stand before the chapel. It's a converted barn, doors flung open and the smell of hay and horses still faintly present. Inside are cornucopias full of food, just sitting around. There's common folk eating and dancing, the open doors letting in plenty of sunlight to warm everyone.

[Nephrite]

Moore will fly inside and look around for anyone dressed like a clergyman or otherwise!

Take 10 on K:R for 64 in case Chauntea's clergy are going to just look like people wearing a burlap sack or something

[Anastasia]

In this case, you're sure they'd look normal except for a holy symbol. You notice a few people amid it all who wear Chauntea's holy symbol.

[Nephrite]

Moore will fly over to one who doesn't look terribly busy! "Ah, excuse me, do you have a moment?" He'll ask politely.

[Anastasia]

It's a middle aged woman with a big smile, "Sure, sure," she says, finishing a dance and coming over to you. "Not a local, aren'tcha? Oooh, I could gobble you right up!" She's a bit portly, in a motherly housewife sort of way. She reaches out and pinches your cheek, "Praise Chauntea, you are adorable!"

[Nephrite]

Moore beams under the adoration and offers a bow. "Moore, of Aurora, madam." He reaches into his back to take out Shalm and carefully hold it as best he can while not trying to brandish it. "I recently came into the possession of this weapon. My understanding is it was forged in Elysium thousands of years ago and I wanted to return it to a proper owner. Do you have any way of contacting one of Chauntea's intermediaries to take ownership of it?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, aren't you just precious?" The woman laughs, sweeping you into a hug, Shalm pointed to the side. "That's right neighborly of you. Just go toss it into the fields and think of Chauntea when you do, that'll work out for ya. The Earth Mother sees and understands all in her fields, don'tcha know? Now let's get some food in you, you have to be starving to death!"

[Nephrite]

Moore is pulled into a hug -- augh! Respect comfort zones!!

Wait a minute, didn't this same thing happen once before...?

"Oh, it wouldn't be right of me to indulge until I carry this out." Moore says with a smile. "Put others before yourself and all that, you know? I'll be right back." He promises. Really! He does love food.

[Anastasia]

Make an Escape Artist check.

[Nephrite]

[21:36] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+25 Escape Artist
[21:36] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 29 > [d20=4]

[Anastasia]

You wiggle out of her arms and swiftly fly away, out to the fields.

Go ahead with the tossing.

[Nephrite]

He tosses the sword out and thinks of Chauntea, just as instructed!

'I know not whether this sword was made here, but I hope this offering back to Elysium is accepted.' He will think specifically.

[Anastasia]

The sword is tossed into the wheat, landing there and hidden by the waves of grain.

[Nephrite]

Well, he's sure Chauntea would also appreciate accepting the hospitality of one of her clergy, so he turns around to go back and get the food that was offered. If She or one of her adjutants wants to talk to him they can find him pretty easily!

[Anastasia]

Food. So much food. You're offered plates and plates of it, good old home cooking. "Eat up!" Several say, encouraging you.