<strong>Amanuel</strong><br/><br/>One was dead and three were dead but would live and it was not the graveyard Amanuel had feared when the corpses were spotted on the horizon but instead a garden, a garden from which he could extract the sleeping bulbs and gently transplant them so they might breathe fire and smoke and sing His praises once again. They had been delivered to him, a test and a promise, for eight valves thrice is twenty-four, which is six again by digits and is six is the number of the Great and Simple which is most Holy, praise be unto Him and His creations.<br/><br/>The three lesser lights were for him, for him alone, for his hands and his heart, though sacrifices must be made to the gang that traveled with him, for each deserves their share and in truth Amanuel's skin would have long been separated from his body if not for the savage energies of Los Buitres and their Lady, She-who-is-feared-above-all. Gears meshing, tension tightly taut, the parts work together though they do not see the blueprint, and it is Good. Perhaps the kegs, alcoholic or explosive or both, would satisfy them who had lent their strength to this noble enterprise.<br/><br/>The three lesser lights shone, responding to his touch though the spark was no longer in them, and he was elbow deep in the viscera of the one named Chevy when the greater light approached, so beautiful he dared not look directly at it, traveling from Polaris if it had been visible, as it so seldom was. One day, when he was worthy, but not today. He would listen to Her cries on the ether and bide his time.<br/><br/>His mind ran in circles as his eyes and ears, disconnected from higher holy processes, collected information and brought it to his attention when there was time to pause. They were under attack -- no, they were attacking. He was in danger, though he had protectors half six. It was time for prayers to be put aside and so he obligingly stood, springing onto the bed of the one called Chevy, his sandals securely perched upon the half-full barrel (evaporative? medicinal? flammable, almost certainly) to seek a greater view of the approaching danger, that others could benefit from his wisdom.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Reading the sitch. <br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56322<br/>Total of 5. Hit me, GM.<br/></div></div><br/>