(Before you start reading, make sure you’ve read part 1, which you’ll find here.)
When we last left everyone (…who writes this blog’s) favorite addled half-elf, she was sitting in the middle of a crowded street, in front of the Temple of the sun goddess Pelara. A temple which, incidentally, she had just screamed and thrown a rock at for no apparent reason that anyone but her could see.
Also, it probably bears mentioning that her best friend is the High Paladin of the sun goddess’ paladins, and that the Sunians (the almost scarily devout race of humans who worship Pelara with single-minded devotion) rioted less than 48 hours ago.
This has the potential to be, as my GM would say, ever so bad.
Whether by the intervention of Ilo, Pelara, or just the luck of the insane, though, no one really takes offence at her actions–those who see her are merely (understandably) puzzled. Because this disturbance is taking place right outside the gates of the temple, the High Paladin, Ninat ul’Balar (who just happens to be there, in another stroke of luck) is alerted and comes to investigate in short order. And she finds her best friend sitting in the middle of the street, eyes tightly closed, looking like death warmed over, shaking uncontrollably, and refusing to move.