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I will be happy if Shelyn is not the one to die next week. I mean sure there are others I could be bummed about dying but... please don't be Shelyn...

Unliking and re-liking this just so I can like it twice. Shelyn was the first love/beauty deity I ever saw in a major setting who wasn't overtly sexualized and who was unequivocally pro-queerness and beauty outside of accepted standards.

I will be ever so sad if we lose her

EDIT: Aaaaaa how did I forget to thank the immensely talented author for the last 10 weeks of suspense?! These stories were fantastic; no matter what happens, you've created some engaging and satisfying fiction, so thank you so much! <3

Torn between being absolutely delighted by the exceptional writing of this piece and aggrieved by the EMOTIONAL DAMAGE this process is going to do to my poor little Shelynite heart. T-T

Seriously though, this is excellent, and I'm stoked to read more!

Will save: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18
Suhaila looks as though she's about to succumb to the spell... until she hears Rethovel's comment. In an instant, her expression changes from an embarrassed smile into a petulant scowl; clearly, he has pressed a button.
Good Fortune (Luck Domain): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37
Haha- appropriate time for a natural 20.
Suhaila whirls around to face her detractor.
"Hey! You know darn well that I am a respected priestess of Shelyn, and a Seeker, and a Silver Crusader, and... and definitely NOT a child, you... you big jerkface!"
With a stuck-out tongue and a final huff of disapproval in her associate's direction, the angelkin girl turns to Pythia and sits down with her.
"Sorry about that. It's lovely to meet you, and you were communicating really well; I just... get a little upset when SOME PEOPLE-" She casts another glare at the exiting tiefling. "-say totally untrue things about my... maturity level."

"No, I mean, if you find her attr- WHAT?!"
For a moment, Suhaila looks absolutely scandalized by the idea of art being destroyed.
"You destroyed them?! How COULD you?! I mean, I know what it's like; when I found out about the saucy pictures Zarta Dralneen was drawing of me, I wanted them out of the way, too, but I never-"
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24
"...Ah. Yes. Well, um... I'm sure that you... secured them appropriately." Her face rapidly reddening, Suhaila turns her gaze aside.
"Also, i-if you could maybe not mention that bit about Venture Captain Dralneen to anyone, that'd be good. If my brother finds out, he'll probably get himself killed."
Fun fact: The pictures were actually, canonically a thing we discovered in a scenario, and poor Suli's been uncomfortable around VC Dralneen ever since.
"ANYHOW, I'm glad there's nothing to worry about regarding our missing couple, and I hope they'll be very happy together! Thanks so much for finding them, mister..." Suhaila looks around, perplexed by the stranger's sudden absence.
"Uh... well, thanks, wherever you are."

(Upon reading the report)

"Yeah, that's pretty much how the mission went, but...THAT'S what his 'purification ritual' with the cookware was?!"

(Suli's face is a bright red not normally found on living things.)

"Oh, dear. I... I'm not sure exactly where Shelyn stands on love between a man and a kitchen utensil, but... I think I'll err on the side of smiling benignly and not asking any more questions."

Yaaaaaaaaay, Mike! I couldn't wish for a better VC to run PFS in my beloved B-town. We will have to celebrate! :D