| town = El Herado
| might = 11432
| storytelling =
On the first of October 2018 A.H. (Anno Horribilis) Danuit finished the construction of the temple dedicated to his god Atheist. This defying take on classical architectural took roughly half a year to build. This aureus shrine was built below a ruined castle that pleases the aesthetical sense of the deity, and while not atop of the hill the temple is still quite elevated and has a nice view of the farmlands around.
Over the ground we have the shrine itself, which is little more than a hollow altar where parishoners can make their offerings to Atheist and murals that surround it, sunlight tends to stay away so the altar steps are littered with candles. In between the steps there is a short tunnel covered by an iron grid, this leads to Atheist's vault where offerings are stored for the magpies to appropiate as the owner allows so, sometimes they even stay to
just look at the sea of shiny stuff.
==The Sekhmet ==
- If I flee now, I’ll take your name and your life, none of this rebellious shenanigans will come to change who is Danuit. You’ll be no longer at least. -
- Take whatever you wish, I care not for the name of Danuit nor his burden. -the magpie flew away, back to Godville.
All the sparrows and owls of the House of Atheist were flying around looking for a corpse. Their claws clutched on small pieces of jewelry that cried their hunt all across the fields. Down by a small river, a crippled sparrow discovered an anonymous deceased who had been betrayed and, after their throat was slit, thrown into the loud river. This was few days ago, now they spent their eternal rest on a casket of canes and grain. It was not long before Atheist landed on the scene. The corpse was rebuilt to resemble the former hero Danuit, armed and dressed to look the part and finally transported into a forgotten niche deep down the streets of Godville.
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====The Wet Dancer====
The Critters own and dwell into a small sized steamboat which serves as a booze shack and trading spot for their illegal trade. The shadiest of traders come aboard for a couple glasses of rotgut and artifacts thrice as cheap than the regular selling price. We spotted one of their clients in our very same city and after a bit of explaining with our warhammers she agreed to take a couple mercenaries and introduce them as possible buyers. They happened to buy a Dream Sweetener and a Nukelele or the price of five kegs!
This mischievous Critters have to be erased from the world for their spiteful crimes, their very existence, poses a threat to our fair living and the balanced order of the world. I think my point has came through and if you would be so generous I would love to take a troop of heroines and crush the poachers myself. I look forward for a reply, in the meantime rest assured my garrison will keep tabs on the Delta Critters and try to curb their operations as much as we can afford. Hail the Silent Lamb!
Elev bring the moonshine! Yes I mean all of it, and please escort the buyers out we have to hold a meeting about this bloody letter. Yes, call the others here and yes you can stay but please leave your guitar outside we have pressing matters here. Also could you bring me a bag of grain? I think there’s a birdie here who earned themself a good reward. That will be all, thank you so much Elev