"Well, this crazy old man in a bearskin told me he was the stand-in God of Nature, but he didn't really want to be. He said the realm needed a "savage" to be the new god of Nature, and he told me how to go about doing it. Apparently we have to kill Dredmor first, and then there this gizzy that does stuff...I don't really remember, but he told me that it could make quite a few people into gods. Like all of us, and maybe more." Berz looks exhausted at talking so much at once. "So..." he looks at Danton "...how badass is that? I'm going to be a god. Maybe I'll hang out with that sweet little marble chick you like so much."
With a skeptical look on his face, Danton turns to Torma. "I heard something out of you last night, too, Torma. Care to share?"
"Bah. I was really happy with my dream, but if we all got it... and if even Berz got an offer to be a God it seems much more likely we're being duped."
Torma raises an eyebrow as he hears Berz's story and stops eating. After Danton's question he pauses a moment to think, then speaks in a very low voice as in sharing a secret "It seems most of us were contacted with the same message, however not by the same entities... Berz, to be a god of nature. Me, a god of warfare... " He shakes his head "...it's not what I came here for." He turns to Rantic "So, which God are you supposed to become ?" Then to Hort and Danton " Did you dream too ?"
"Names are just labels. I guess you could call it the God of Change if you follow the logic of the major Arcana of the Tarot."
"I dreamed as well. Inconsequentia came to me and offered me a chance to be her equal if I could defeat Dredmor. She didn't mention what kind of god, though, told me to decide on my own."
"I did indeed have a similar dream" Hort sits up in his chair "But somehow I don't trust it. Especially if all of us were contacted." Hort thinks for a minute "Maybe it's possible that we were all contacted by the same... being... and it's true intentions are to gain the power from us defeating Dredmor." Hort sits silently.
"I dunno...I'm pretty sure the old guy I talked to was legit. He didn't really seem like the type can lie. Either way, I've got nothing better going for me. I'm going for it."
"And I'm sure the Inconsequentia in my dream was the real one. You can't fool a cleric!" Danton becomes excited. "Wow, we could all become gods together. Wouldn't that be great?!"
Torma just sighs. He seems confused by the situation. " Anyway, it doesnt change anything. Our goal is the same as before, so let's get moving."
"Torma is right. We still have a long ways to go before we even have to deal with that anyway." Hort stands up "Let's get going to that second floor." Hort walks off to go pick up his stuff from the sleeping quarters. Hort puts on her chainmail then walks out into the portal.
"Ah, Hort! Sleep well? I wanted to ask about your 5 visitors last night. If they stayed, I need to charge for another night."
Torma packs his things, puts on his ring and gets covered once more in feathers. He takes the portal and sees Brax and Hort talking. " Morning Brax, what's the matter ?"
Hort snaps out of his daze "I... may have been wrong about my theory... but... something... still doesn't seem right."
"Oh just wondering about your 5 visitors last night, but Hort seems to have clammed up. You mind filling me in? Normally it would take a god, or a gods direct agent, to get into that area. It has more wards on it then you have years of life." Hort speaks. "Oh? What theory? What did I miss out on?
" He was thinking we had no visitors, looks like he was wrong. But maybe you can enlighten us in fact, how do you know anyone came by ? Some magic seals were broken or did you see them ?"
