Gideon O'Connell, Scion of Ogma, worked a finger under the steel - he assumed it was steel - collar around his neck, tugging at it uselessly as he made his way through the forest.  Apparently Fate had decided to be a dick to him in the last couple of days, having gotten ambushed by way too many cultists.  And when he'd woken up, he'd been here in this damn forest, tied naked to a pole, with this damn thing on.  Normally, he would have just broken the collar with his divine strength and whipped the collective asses of everyone there, but the collar was doing something crazy to his abilities.<br/><br/>Fortunately for him, he'd managed to slip away with all of his stuff...which he was now wearing again.  He'd need to call his pixies sometime in the near future...but for the time being, priority one was to get rid of the damn collar.<br/><br/>He'd made it to a clearing in the forest, and spotted two women - certainly not cultists...at least that's what his non-active gifts were telling him.  He carefully stepped out into the clearing, calling out.  "Hello?"