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Knowledge-Planes: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Well, that won't do it...
Krakos stands, mace still extended for a few moments under the whirl of colors before dropping to his knees, a look of quiet awe on his craggy face.
Ayrzul is with me. Wind is stilled by earth.
He looks around for a moment as if just then remembering he is not alone.
He steps outside onto the ledge and screams into the whirling wind in Terran, exulting the supremacy of Ayrzul. He pauses, then sets the holy symbol of Ayrzul on one side of the doorway and a small pile of stones on the other before returning to the others.
Apologies. What now?
I set one of the sacred gems amongst the other stones