Part 293: Lhankor Mhy Finds the Truth: Part I

And so our quest to make Orlaront into a proud Orlanthi begins!



With one hundred and twelve assistants from the rest of tribe Garstali, Orlaront dives deep into the God Plane.



I'd ask... but let's face it, two dudes in costume are no match for the real gods. Let's do this quest right, huh?



Orlaront arrives in a dark and blasted place. The winds are strong and cold, which is good, but they also have a strange stink to them. There are Orlanthi around, but they are dressed in the ancient manner of your ancestors. One of them looks like a trader, and must be Issaries.

Go on to the next station of the quest.

"I know you didn't intend to sell the truth, so I will allow you to come along."

"If you do not come, the trade routes will be confused forever."

Leave the realm of the gods.

"Please come along, Issaries, my dearest of friends."

"You know there is nothing more important than the truth."

The legends may be of some small help.

I've decided--the contest will be over Sunday, so keep that doggerel comming in. Don't be afraid to use non-traditional poetry! I'm looking forwards to seeing just how strange the entries can get in the next week.