> [Irritated old fart] These kids today, with their fast
> chariots and wierd religions. [/Irritated old fart]
Chariots? You are *so* last year. What are you, Volsaxi or something?
> Okay, no captives, but the missionaries are mixing Chaos
> Slime into the free wine they give to their listeners! And
> those nice red shirts they hand out attract Chaos demons that
> whisper in your ear and make you murder your family.
Seriously, when *do* they start importing maize as a crop? And importing Gin to Sartar?
> Find a copy of "Reefer Madness" or some other Anti-drug movie
Movie... Me.... Tell you what, I'll read a few (more) books
> and mine them for ideas of what strange things the
> Lunars/Lunar religion make(s) you do.
> Pass it on to the players in dribs and drabs: "Did you here
> about Old Oddi's sister's kid? You know, the one that moved
> to Swenstown? She attended one of those Lunar Missionary
> meetings and ended up eating her own foot! I kid you not! She
> said that the Moon wanted her to."
Standard anti-weird-religious-cult stuff. Yep. She may end up saying that fighting is bad, or even (gasp!) that other clans are as important as yours. *And* she's started baking loaves that're the wrong shape, and putting too much sage in the stew.
> This is your Soul. This is your Soul on the Moon. Any Questions?
> (I'm not sure if that particular Anti-Drug spot ever got over
> the pond, but us 'mericans over about 20 should be able to relate...).
Means nothing to me. But I get the general drift.
And I'l pass some of these ideas along to the Lunar PC of mine who's just reached her nice pleasant fertile land grant in Sartar, 1620. She knows her way around poisons...
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