“Right, so me and the crew were digging around in one of the old graveyards on the moors last winter. Just a bit of graverobbing, to warm our bones, y’know. Was me, Three-Finger Bob, Jenny O’Block and this clerical bloke we picked up at the tavern in Soulgrave, with an eye tattooed on ‘is forehead.
We come up on this crypt, silent like. Check out for traps, all the usual shit, nothing.
Creep deeper, and come to a heavy stone door. I nearly drop me ballast right there when this magic mouth appears, and comes out with some gibberish riddle.
Old Three-Fingers tries to blag a bullshit answer to the spectre and gets fried to a crisp. Apparently the wage for stupidity is witchfire.
So this cleric walks up, and tells us he can answer the riddle, if we help him. Asks us for a secret in trade, eye-for-an-eye, y’know. Now, I try to keep out of trouble with gods, the less they know of me the better, so I keep shtum. But Jenny, y’know how she is, dallying with them demons and everything, she’s got a right plonker for the god of secrets to trade for. Tells the cleric something that turns his face all white.
The cleric prays for a bit, comes out of his trance, and opens the door with the right answer, quick as you like.
Should’ve asked ‘is god what was on the other side, rather than the answer though. The skeletons cut ‘im to bits, before me and Jenny could do a thing. We ran off, of course. No point in getting everyone killed. Live to steal another purse, ‘s what I always say.”
I’ve been pretty busy in my civil life for the last week, barely spent a day in one place, hence the relative silence.
But here we go: a write-up for Amun Tor, god of Mysteries and Riddles, with everything you need for his clerics included.
Amun Tor, god of Mysteries and Riddles: DCC_Deity_AmunTor_AMP