"You confuse the methods of the old ways. Are your people now safe? How can you say the new way was not just the result of the old ways bringing safety to your people? It was not the new ways that brought us here to eliminate the etheral corruption. Perhaps you also do not give the old ways enough credit for bringing the aid that the Pathfinder Society and Aram Zey provided."
Pooka offers the storm some food for thought and a different perspective.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
Pooka manages to talk down the emotion and the voices quiet only to be replaced with fresh ones, their words edged with fear.
The river went dry because the old gods abandoned us
If we return to the old ways, Aram Zey will smite us
We brought ruin on our world and only the new god can save us.
Knowledge (Planes) or Diplomacy
Kenath replies," I knew Zey, he trained me. He would not smite you. Furthermore, I am a scholar of the society and familar with the transformation. It maintained some of him, but overall, the renewed Phoenix does not seek deification. You would not face punishment from this new entity."
Take 10 for a 32Knowledge:planes
"Do not overestimate what a lone person can accomplish. Confidence in oneself is important, but cooperation will lead to greater success. We are all stronger together, as many voices create a chorus."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
Diplomacy (Blessed Correction): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Figures. Anyone want to assist?
“ True leaders are not divinely chosen, they’re those who will lead their people to salvation. If you ignore the people, you’ll lead no one. ”
I can automatically aid either check
Grisaia and Kenath just manage to get the prideful voices to quiet down. Next the voices become ashamed as they speak.
The old leader abandoned us.
My father wanted Onhae to die.
The sacred flower showed me the evil spirits surrounding him. I had no choice.
Diplomacy or Knowledge History
Perplexed, Nugats looks at the plant. "Abandoned you? Wanted Onhae to die? How can you say that when so much good has come. As a denizen of nature you must know that a prune here or there is necessary for the overall health of the flower. But you do not rip the flower from its roots. A gentle hand will do."
Kk History: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
The storm quiets and the squall dies away. You find yourselves in the center of town. The High Priest is walking toward you having just come from the altar. She is still flanked by her guards, but her whole demenour seems to have changed, as if her mind had cleared and a weight removed from her shoulders.
"Greetings, High Priestess. It seems that this time you are mayhaps a bit more amendable to a discourse with us?" Nugats gauges the woman's reaction before proceeding.
"We have a tale to tell. It seems that your Sacred Plant ... well" Nugats fills the High Priestess in with the most recent heroic deeds of the Pathfinders.
"And then I said, 'A gentle hand will do' just something I had overheard when liberating the Temple of Empyreal Enlightenment."
Finally pausing for a breath, Nugats waits expectantly for either one of his companions or the high priestess herself to continue the conversation.
“Greetings again. As my colleague said, this plant is no more, but do not mourn its loss, this particular one appears to evoke strong emotions from its victims to feed itself. One thing though, I have a hard time believing that your village could have survived 100s of years as the victims of such a creature without some bearing countless tragedies, triumphs, and consequential events for its benefit. Given what have gleaned from your culture, this seems unlikely, so consequently I posit that perhaps this is not your true sacred flower. ” Kenath adds.
I could be wrong, but the villagers seemed plenty friendly. If this thing (which blooms every 144 years, was manipulating their village that long it doesn’t make sense, so the simplest explanation is that it wasn’t before but it obviously was now. If my earlier knowledge check revealed or made me think it would only be active when it blooms, I wouldn’t say this, so the GM can let me know if thought is way off, before we further alienate the people. Based on the conclusion of battle, I assume there was no pollen that could be gathered either way, right?
According to legend, the Sunsu Godae lands are home to a rare purple flower with great magical powers, said to bloom only once every 144 years. I suspect that the recent fluctuations and surges of magic in the tapestry may have triggered the flower to bloom out of cycle.
I also suspect that the ether root wasn't the real flower, or possibly worse, that the ether root consumed/possessed the real flower and was taking over.
Oh, you are interested in our sacred flower? You are welcome to take it as this season's bloom has brought us nothing but hardship and trouble. She sends one of her guards into the forest and they return after 40 minutes with the sacred plant wrapped in leaves to keep it safe.
The villagers around you seem to be more sorrowful than they were before. Inquiring as to this you learn that the previous High Priest was killed by the current high priest, who is also his daughter. They argued and then fought over the old religion and the new religion, the young priestess twisted by the Etheroot and its false visions.
Now please, leave us to pick up the pieces of our lives. We thank you for freeing us, but we have much to consider and rebuild as a village.
The villagers bid you farewell and you exit the tapestry with your research notes and the sacred plant.
Nugats graciously accepts the plant as the self appointed leader of the the group of Pathfinders.
"Many thanks for this, and for your hospitality as we visited your beautiful village. It seems that you have much and more to decide on as a community. Change is hard, traditions are important, but the world moves even if we want to stay still. I pray that Aram Zey gives your High Priestess wisdom to advise those who choose to lead.
"As a leader among the Pathfinders and gnomes in general, I know the hardships of leadership. But know you do not have to do this alone. As long as the Tapestry is open to us, the Society will be there to help. If you choose to let us, of course.
"May the sun warm your face, may the stream quench your thirst and the sows grow big and fat."
Nugats waits for the others to add to his wisdom before returning to the Society and giving a proper report.