We're getting serious here; ka is having its way. But 'your' conflict is nearing a resolution here, so have no fear.
By the way, if anyone was wondering, this is being written in the second person.
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Town Portal Cht. 2
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You lift up the flap… and you see nothing. You are utterly sexless. Oh, the horror! you think. Oh well.
You drop it back down and stand up. You exit the tent and prepare to explore the Encampment more fully, when a voice interrupts you. "Ah, another one. People like yourself have been popping up lately. And they all end up dead, because they don't listen to me. Will you listen?" The voice comes from an old woman with purple hair. You know her name; Akara, the High Priestess of the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye.
You try to respond, but you cannot. Your voice is looked within your throat. Akara notices that, and sighs. "You are just like the others. Unable to speak because your body cannot decide on a voice. A pity, really; I could learn more about this if you could only pay attention to my words, and thus reach a resolution. I beg you; please listen to me. And I will be able to help you."
You consider her words, but the answer seems obvious; if she can help you, why not help her? So, you nod your assent, and she smiles and leads you to her tent. There, you sit on a log while she begins to speak.
"I suspect that your condition is the result of the gods' meddling. They have tried to send us a savior, but they cannot get it right. So it is up to us to fix their mistakes. Damn gods…
"But I digress. I believe that if you place preference to one aspect of your being over the others, the rest will disappear, and your resolution will be reached. At least, this is how I hope it is.
"And I have the means of starting this process. Come over here." She walks towards a rack with various staves and other magical implements. But near the bottom are some unusual items; two strange helms, one made of hawk feathers, the other out of a strange skull. A disgusting preserved head. A bow, crafted only for those that are expert in using them. A shiny metal shield, small and light, yet surrounded by an aura of holiness and health. A small wand with a glass orb atop it. A simple blade affixed to a strap, made for attaching to the wrist.
"These items are specialized implements, for certain groups of people. Drop the weapons you bear now, and take up one of these." You consider for a moment, then you drop the wrist blades and reach out to pick up a short staff from the rack above. A tingling in your body, and you feel some burden you hadn't noticed lighten itself.
You turn back to her, and she nods. "Good choice, my friend. Now, there is cave in the wilderness, where monsters are massing. I fear they mean to assault this camp, and until Kashya and her Rogues return from the Burial Grounds, we are vulnerable.
"But you are strong, warrior from another dimension. Please help us, and I will do my best to help you resolve your conflict."
You nod again, then turn towards the gate, ready to deal with whatever you will find…
