Don't feel sorry for me, no one's burying me alive!

We'll come back for the shadows when we're higher level.

Unless we wipe.

Also, in-character we have no reason to expect that we'll keep leveling... well, I guess we might.

But we might still wipe.

And that's that problem solved! What's next?

Yo, Director Kroft, I think we were promised the deets on Otolmens? (Some of us have always felt like we deserve to be empowered paladins and to enjoy the associated social benefits, you know, and it's impolite to keep people waiting.)

I feel like there's a lot to unpack in that tag, so I'll just ask - Director?

It's like Fiducia for Abadarans or Select for empowered priests of Iomedae.

According to who? 

Fanon.

Is that a first or a family name?

Unimportant right now.

You had a holy vision, and were given holy mandate to establish a church?

Not at all. It won't surprise me if Otolmens doesn't choose anyone in addition to me, She must be stretched thin.

Incredibly disappointing. Do better.

Were you given any holy mandate at all?

That's classified.

Aren't empowered priests supposed to delight in evangelism?

There's even a prestige class for it!

She isn't categorically opposed to evangelism, but... doesn't know how or where to start? Not to mention that she only knows what she got out of the one vision or is guessing from context...

LN goddess of preventing the destruction of world. How do we pray to Her? You said there was a particular and unpleasant state of mind?

...Cressida is realizing that not only is the state of mind particular and unpleasant, it's also... quite personal... how in Pharasma's Creation are you supposed to politely phrase 'imagine that you're trying to hold the world together in your hands like a broken ceramic mug, and everyone else in this room - specifically in this room - is trying to hit it out of your hands'?

Put yourselves in Otolmens' shoes. Creation exists despite itself, and is at all times straining mightily to fling itself into the Abyss - your job is to stop that from happening. You keep your ear to the ground listening for weird happenings which might spiral out of control, number the threats, research them, form plans of action, and carry them out - destroying what can be destroyed, containing what can be contained, monitoring what can neither be contained nor destroyed for the opportunity to execute the contingencies you've drawn, and reporting what you can neither destroy nor contain alone to still greater deities alongside your recommended course of action. You are understaffed, ill-equipped, and opposed both by malicious gods and by the negligently reckless... this might be superstition but I feel like Otolmens might have an easier time hearing your prayer if you write it on paper. 

Questions?

I think Otolmens made me a cleric.

That's not a question.

Also, woah, that was fast.

I'm just closing tickets.