Love Betrayed.

"I started out in Ostvale about 18 years ago," Abigail begins, "I was the daughter of a wealthy family but my father didn't want to pay a dowry for me so at 12 he sent me to be an oblate of Anari. I-" You cut her off.

Look, we can go over your life story in dribs and drabs over the coming months, or I can read your character bio while you sleep if you unlock your screens to me. What I want to know is the more recent parts that aren't in there, this 'falling in love' business you mentioned, how you got this far out into the jungle, so close to the edge of the world, and why you picked ME as your patron. You explain thinking that if you spend too much time with your new Prophetess on a day like today you might miss a key opportunity. Perhaps another morphworm will mange to level, or a rat will kill a rat catcher and steal an echo scarf from him, or, well, you have no idea, but today seems to be YOUR DAY, and you intend to make the most of it while you can.

"I am sorry my liege, I didn't realize you were so busy." Abigail says in an almost mocking tone.

~You will PAY for that one day!~ You think angrily, fed up to your eyeballs with mockery, from a MORTAL no less, but knowing that for now you have to grin and bear it you refrain from shouting at her in rage.

Aloud you state: Any day but today that might not be an issue, but today has been VERY busy indeed. Tomorrow I promise I will stay to hear the entire course of your life from birth till 'now' but if you would please give me the condensed version for the time being?

"Oh, um, yes, sure, I suppose." She says, apparently flustered that today of all days YOU would actually be busy.

~You and me both mortal, you and me both!~ You think to yourself.

Abigail starts up again: "Long story short I became a Cleric of Anari and then an adventurer. I hooked up with a party of other adventurers and we traveled around, battling monsters, saving people, and generally having a good time. However there was one person in the party, by the name of 'Sir Maxwell Stalingrad' who was always sweet to me when he didn't need to be and a real gentleman, and slowly as the years passed I fell in love with him."

"Finally, about a month ago, I decided that I was at level cap and it was time to have children before I got to old for that sort of thing. We had just completed this quest we were hired to help out with for a Witch Doctor, which was where I heard of you, and were staying at this jungle village for the night. I turned off the Mature Content Filters and went into Max's room, and seduced him. We had sex, I felt my connection to Anari snap, but I was cool with it, and we fell asleep together."

Abigail's voice grows rough as she expounds the next part. "I figured, 'Level 85 Cleric, SOME god or goddess will accept me into their clergy.' but I was wrong, and worse when I woke up Max and the rest of the party were gone. I trialed them for two weeks, finally catching up on the border of the grasslands that lie between the jungle and the dessert, and Max told me he never wanted to see me again: that our night together had been a huge mistake, and that he HATED me for making him break his own: Self Imposed, vow of chastity. I attacked him in rage but the rest of the party killed me and I re-spawned back in the village, and then headed out here, as far as I could go. That's when I started praying to you." She wipes away tears forming at the corner of her eyes before moving on.

"I wasn't even sure you were real but Anari has prevailed upon all the other gods I know of to not take me in, to reject me out of hand because I broke her silly little rule. Not even Lorchos would take me, though I half expected that, he's not hard up for worshipers that's for sure, the bigger shocks were Armok and Chitros. I had been banking on Hilia, but she ignored me completely, it wasn't till I got to Armok: god of blood, that someone actually turned their attention to me and explained what Anari had done, but even he wouldn't accept me among his clergy. You were my last hope, it was either you or lay down and wait to de-rez, but you came, and you accepted me, and now... Now my life has purpose again." Abigail finishes, her voice raw with a range of emotions, but uppermost is reverence, she may have been sarcastic to you earlier, but now it is filled with faith and devotion: she has pledged herself to you and having seen what defying one goddess's edicts has done will never again even consider disobeying yours.

A few emotions and thoughts war inside you: You were her LAST choice for a patron, and she only picked you because no one else will have her, and that feels: ~Depressing.~ you think. Once again you are left with scraps and other's leavings.

Yet on the other hand, having been rejected by all others, she will cleave to you with the zeal of a new convert for a very long time, she knows that even though her spells don't require a god to function any more most of her other Cleric abilities still DO, and she doesn't want to lose that again. Furthermore you detect in her the mark of someone who needs something outside herself to believe in, a cause, a god, a country, a king, 'love', 'motherhood', SOMETHING, and right now, bereft of all else, she BELIEVES in YOU! That gives you power, power you can use, and to cast it aside because she picked you last and out of desperation would be petty and foolish, vices you cannot afford.

However, on still a third hand, Anari has pressured all the greater gods into rejecting Abigail, and she certainly will be wroth if you, whom she scorns greatly, defy her. Dare you take this fallen cleric for your own?