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| How Far Is the Sun |  99999
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| A brother looks at the sun and estimates how far away it is. You can choose: | ||
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While resting, the men start a conversation about how far away the sun is. Otherbrother looks up at it, wincing and gritting his teeth as he just about blinds himself in his measuring. Finally, he looks back down.
"I'd wager it's about ten to fifteen miles away."
He nods at his own presumably accurate summation.
"Aye, probably not even that far. I heard a story about an archer in a faraway land hitting it with an arrow."
Historian历史学者 the historian starts in on the conversation.
"I doubt the veracity of that claim about shooting it with a bow. Here's a much more truthful tale I've read of: there are men in the mountains of the east who have big spyglasses to stare up at the night sky. They think the sun is quite far away. At least ten thousand miles, even. They also think the nightlights are other suns and not the souls of dead heroes."
Otherbrother gets up.
"Watch yer mouth, fool, and don't speak ill of our ancestors."
The historian nods.
"Of course! It was only an idea."
What hogwash. Pretty dumb shite for a supposed 'smart' man like Historian历史学者. A few of the brothers have a laugh at the historian's silly notions.
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33% of brothers who are not Historians or Bright get a good mood |
Monk the monk starts in on the conversation.
"The sun is neither far nor close. It is the eye of many of the gods, the scope through which they use to watch over us."
Otherbrother nods, but then, curious, asks about the moon. The monk smiles confidently.
"Do you think the gods would shine upon us for all hours? Of course they dim the lights a bit, to give us mortals a nice night to sleep in."
You nod. Truly the old gods are always looking out for us.
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33% of brothers, except southerners, Cultists, Converted Cultists, Historians and this Monk, get a good mood |
Cultist邪教徒 the cultist gets up and looks at the sun. As he continues to stare at it, a shadow slowly emerges over his face, as though some entity were shielding him from the light. Suddenly, he raises a hand and starts drawing some aerial rites with his hand. You swear the darkness on his face is moving as though an imprint of his drawings, a sort of shifting tattoo. When he's finished, he takes a seat.
"The sun is dying."
The men look concerned. One interjects.
"Dying? What do you mean?"
Cultist邪教徒 stares at him.
"Davkul wills it that all may die."
One man asks if this supposed 'Davkul' will die too. The cultist nods.
"When there is nothing left to die, Davkul may finally rest. A crueler god would have departed already. It is by Davkul's good graces that he will go last, and for that we praise him."
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Cultist邪教徒 gets a good mood |
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Other Cultists get a good mood |
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Southerners get a bad mood |
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Superstitious and Mad brothers get a bad mood |
Archer takes the challenge, grabbing his bow and a couple of arrows. He licks his finger and holds it up.
"Wind's right for a good star shootin'."
The archer nocks an arrow, draws, and takes aim. The blistering light is instantly blinding.
"Fark, I can't see shit."
His aim wobbles as dark spots take over his vision. The arrow is loosed and sails wide of the sun. Real wide. He looks at the company, eyes dimmed, hands out as he tries to steady himself while his sight returns.
"Did I hit it?"
Otherbrother hides his chuckling.
"Right on the button!"
The men burst into laughter.
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33% of brothers get a good mood |
