A massive shark beached itself on one of Solvunn's shores. Presumably the Free Cities has a visitor of its own.
One wonders if they were running from something, or being drawn to a point.
They asked to be blessed with a prosperous new year. I doubt this is the outcome they expected, given we're not being asked to butcher the beasts for consumption.
There's a saying where I'm from: God works in mysterious ways.
They received a response. The majority consider that a success.
I expect that will depend which god is listening when next they call. The natives have history from before our arrival; these rituals can't be entirely self-destructive.
We will find out. They aren't going to stop because of our presence, either.
The invitation was open to all. They solicited offerings from everyone present, but the elders performed the ceremony.
Appropriately themed for their choice of location: fish, for the most part. No Summoned were sacrificed.
I'll have to ask. A boon in exchange for the effort of putting these creatures back seems possible.
Are public rituals of this type ever held in Thorne?
I assume the unpredictable nature of the results would be undesirable for magical practitioners. You'd know better than I.
I'm sure you'll forgive me for sharing that sentiment.
The Solvunn elders don't seem to wish to hide that they were responsible for this. One can only hope no one in Thorne finds it inspirational.
If they learn to control the flying leviathans, it won't matter how far away anyone is. Don't make the cleanup seem too effortless.
[He's thinking of the golden serpents glimpsed during their recent sea voyage, coiling up from the waves and out into the stars. They'd seemed formidable creatures.]
I'll try not to land myself on any sacrificial altars. I'm certain nothing pleasant would answer.
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