We Will Stand At The Top Of The World One Day And Sing!

[bwg 537]

As Seris rose over a dark sky, Upper Crinkley Bottom was just waking up. Collecting his battle scorn pick, Purp ventured into the caves once more, mining out the ceiling until he could no longer reach.

But something was different, he was mining faster than ever before, his shards were of supreme quality and green halos would circle his vision. A voice called out from afar; heavy set with purpose and direction. "Is your goal in life to achieve riches? To achieve freedom?".

It was him! Magranon! Echoing from the walls of the damp, musty cave. Purp knew exactly what this meant.

Dropping his pick he fled to the barracks above, stumbling over a wood scrap Marni had left the night before, and trashed his chest searching. Searching for the heirloom given to him by his master's friend decades ago. A statuette resembling the artists interpretation of the deity Magranon. It could be improved with a lump.

He knew the sun would be up soon so had to leave, but where? He knew of no other priest, no-one who could convert him before he missed his chance.... He had no other option; at the top of his voice, he cried "LF Mag for convert!. And almost immediately, from a far away land, a response came back from a young priest named Baneblackguard, digging away at his new home.

"Where are you? I dont have a statue."

Purp put something in his pocket. Running down to the boat, he set sail for the north. Passing nothing for miles, he eventually passes what could only be described as... well, something big. Something huge, moving like the wind. With hooves. No time to explore, he HAD to get to Bane before he finished his evening's work. Sailing through the canal, Purp finally reaches the Padre and hands him the statue.

Rites beginning... no time for smalltalk.

Is your goal in life to achieve riches? To achieve freedom? Who is stopping you? You are. Who will help you? Magranon will! We, the followers of Magranon will stand at the top of the world one day and sing! Together we will strive to rule the world. We will conquer all evil, build fantastic houses and live rich and glorious lives in them.

"What is knowledge for if you do not use it? What use is compassion if you are hungry? What are the alternatives? Say yes to yourself! Say 'I will!' Your world will change, and you will change the world! There are obstacles. People and forces will oppose us. Who will want to deny us all we strive for. That force must be utterly defeated! No victory will be possible unless we cleanse the world of that evil. Join our ranks. Help yourself reach the top!"

You will now pray to Magranon.

Baneblackguard gives out a round of applause.

<Purp> "nice ramp"

<Baneblackguard> "Ultan built this place. i live further up in the hill"

Damn! He forgot about the monster, the big, hoofed monster. He had to go, saying farewell he ventured back to the dock to investigate. Mooring the Unsunk Hero, he climbed the cliff and .... there it was. Like destiny.

A ferocious beast indeed, the juggernaut can crush mountains with its horned forehead. He has large muscles, but looks a bit undernourished.

<Tich> big isnt he

Quickly, Purp throws a meal, made of dog meat and corn, up into the air, hoping to score a 3 point swish into the mouth of the beast.

A aged avatar of magranon eats a meal. a Aged avatar of magranon does not seem hungry any longer.

"MY HOUSE!" Yelled Purp. High-fiving the rose bush.

A horn sounds and the gates are locked. Lionheart Canal is put on alert!

Purp was uninterested in the crocodile which was attacking the local guards, he was with his maker. His God. His life is now complete and there's only one more thing to do before he can rest happy.

You now care specially for Aged avatar of magranon, to ensure longevity.

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