[charm: video]

[cursegod]

[Instead of Dara's usual appearance, the feed opens to a view of her walking on two legs along the parameter of some crops and holding her charm with only one of two gloved hands. Although it may be hard to tell that it's Dara at all considering her hairstyle switched to a bob that frames a wooden mask covering her face; some may even recognize it as a certain mask representing Fortune. The background may also look familiar to those who've traveled to Rumpitur except the farmland looks significantly healthier than before alongside new wooden pillars that line the edge.]

I've secured the crops for the Rumpiturians. Sounds like there are plans being made already, so don't bother me for extra help with the blight. I've got my hands full over here.

[Yup, that's definitely Dara's voice. Speaking of, there's a small gathering of the snake people that soon swarm the curse god, causing her to fumble the charm and drop it on the ground. Some of the Rumpiturians have tears of joy, a few grinning with hope, and they all have their expectant gazes on her. One even grabs her hands--]

Lady Misogiya-- no, Priestess Misogiya, how could we ever repay you?! If what you said is true, we will never have to starve again! A brighter future for our children. Thank you... and please, will you teach us your ways? We will try our best to provide anything you need in return. Just say the word!

[There are agreeable nods and murmurs, yet Dara's reaction is unreadable thanks to the mask. Even her tone stays neurtal:]

If you all agree to follow my teachings, then so be it. I'll need a place established for monitoring--

A temple, yes! It shall be done!

...Okay, fine. Sure. A small place, nothing big. I also need a large vase for water. But before all that, let's just...talk a bit before we rush into things. [With that, Dara pulls her hands away and picks up her charm to turn it off.]

Comments

[conflictresolution]

What does being forced to do good deeds actually create in one's nature? Likely little more than resentment to our situation.

[There would be benefits when it came to faking through the forced acts to improve their image with the natives. They could use these forced attempts at rehabilitation and integration.]

The farmers have their own issues because of the blight. They have to secure their own people before they are able to give elsewhere. Your ability to keep the blight at bay will last as long as you choose?

[No need to eat? That was useful. He filed that information away.]

[cursegod]

You're telling me. [Though...to be fair, she doesn't mind too much. Helping people, that is. As for actually starting a cult, it's annoying, but it's not as if Dara is willing to share her true thoughts on the matter with a stranger.]

Yeah, it should be fine while I remain in this world. Still thinking on how to alter it so it can keep functioning if I'm not around.

[And because she doesn't expect Silco to be any help with that part, she moves on quickly after the mention--] If you're planning to collaborate with my followers in the future, it's probably best if I have a name to reference, yeah?

[conflictresolution]

You think that you'll be able to return to your world eventually, is it? I suppose keeping a god in one place potentially against their will might not be smart on the Council's part.

[Or who knew, maybe she was going to enjoy the break and live a life of being a sort of non-cursed entity? Either way, he thought that she had the potential to be very entertaining or at least morally dubious.

Too many people so far enjoyed the stink of their own self-righteousness.]

Or I could collaborate with you? [A small pause.] Silco. Rumpitur should know my name in a general sense already. You are?