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Events of the 24th of Hematite
"ACOLYTE!" a voice roared in her dreams.
She nearly woke from the intensity of it, but the voice of her God held her in slumber.
The acolyte found herself standing on a small floating platform of microcline, formed from the void of the dreamscape.
"Yes, my lord?" she asked the emptiness surrounding her.
"I have sent forth a symbol of leadership." replied the voice of her God, more softly this time.
"Would this be the scepter, Eraresrel, or 'Leaderqueen', as crafted by the Fairsabres lass?"
"It would, Acolyte. Your talents have allowed the creation of such items of power to be performed within that miserable fortress you live in. With those items I am certain to breach the walls of reality and come forth to claim my rightful place as God over this creation."
"Yes, my lord." said the Acolyte, bowing.
"The scepter is for you, should you continue to perform your duties as well as you have, grand titles await. That scepter shall, when the time comes, be your symbol for rulership in my name."
"That is... very generous, my lord!" replied the Acolyte, surprised.
"You are welcome, Acolyte."
"But lord, I can understand the image of dwarves traveling on it. That makes sense, given our history here. But why the image of a vest?"
"I like vests, Acolyte. You should wear one, it would please me greatly."
"Yes, my lord! Of course my lord!"
"GO FORTH AND DO MY BIDDING ONCE MORE, ACOLYTE!" boomed the voice of her God, receding back into the dreamscape, releasing her from slumber to awake in a cold sweat.