OK, the Story Game.
I *think* I get how this works: apparently, you comment on this choosing three of the words below, and then I write a short story involving those three words, and our characters.
This may get difficult, especially given my writing style and the Mill-en/Freiboden divide, but I'm willing to give it a try. Damn you oxfordgirl.
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"Anyway, I met priests of all the faiths in Nordon - you can find *anything* there- and I felt drawn to the Weaver as a god of going out there, being yourself, and making things happen. Not for you personally, but for the *world*. Inspiration gives you gifts to be shared, not to record and hide away... or sell for coin and nothing else. I'd like to say you *have* to share a gift for quick and neat surgery, but it's amazing how many don't..."
"And those gifts aren't just the poetry, the art, the music that are more obvious. We *do* work against the demons, just not with fire and sword. There are already people who do that, after all." She grinned, and nodded at Edward's mace. It was a rather good one. "It's fairly obvious that one of our weapons is money, is it not?" And I wouldn't bet against many of the.. longer term solutions... being the product of those inspired by Her guidance."
"So... don't think the Weaver frivolous or ineffectual, or unconcerned with serious business. Yes, there is a place in my heart for the Lover but, well, I'm a doctor, and I feel most affinity with Her in Her aspect as the Midwife. Joy, life, rebirth... but they come with pain, blood and screams, and we mustn't forget that. We have to *work* for the good things, and that's something all the faiths should share."
"So, er, can I get you a drink?"
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