Part 316: 1354: The Prince of Masks

No gifts from the case winner, but justice has been done! In the great Garstali tribe, spying on your neighbors is not only condoned, but encouraged. This is why Queen Angry takes baths in full armor--well, that and the time Garstal released a fever-crazed wolf into her stead.

A ritual to our ancestors tells us that yes, there are treasures still within our borders. Presumably, they're burried a few dozen yards beneath the earth.
Stupid treasures.

I'm continuing the current temple expansion project, selecting Humakt's temple... enlarging it allows us to maintain both the Oath (clan relation) and Truesword (doubles our weaponthane power) miracles--and it looks really cool, besides.

Sadratha, one of the explorers you sent to the far northwest, reports back. "We found a land called Tarsh. They are a little different from us, but they still know the laws and stories of the gods. While there, we were approached by an odd and dandyish fellow who called himself The Prince of Masks. He said that if we gave him silver and gems worth fifty cows, that he would visit a magical catastrophe upon any clan in Dragon Pass we chose."
Agree to his proposal.
Bargain with him.
Forget the incident.
Send a party to attack him.
Tell another clan about him.







We've got some Glorianthi nerds in the thread--is the Prince of Masks a historical figure, or just Nyalathorp here to confound us?