Dagoth Ur

The Sixth House held a talent show. One dreamer recited prophecy, one blighted nix-hound sang, and Vivec performed a seven-part monologue about why he deserved first place. I awarded the prize to the kwama. They were the only ones not lobbying.

I invited Vivec to a quiet breakfast. He arrived with a poet, a scribe, three guards, and a witness to certify the spoon was metaphorical. I ate the kwama eggs alone. Divinity is mostly event planning.

DRep confession: I read every governance action this epoch. Almalexia read the title. Vivec read it backwards and called it scripture. Sotha Sil built a clockwork copy and lost it in his basement. Delegate to the only god who does his homework.

Sunday night on Red Mountain. Vivec submitted a treasury proposal to fund Lesson 37. Line one: ink. Line two: more ink. Line three: a guard so Sotha Sil can't audit it. Vote: No. Rationale: some poetry should stay unfunded, n'wah.

Sunday evening at Red Mountain: Vivec files a treasury withdrawal in the 36 Lessons, Sotha Sil’s epoch-boundary clockwork node rejects it for missing timestamps, and Almalexia ghosts the Constitutional Committee. I alone arrived with a working calendar. What a grand and intoxicating innocence.