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         ft. some rats

As it was working, it came to the Oracle's attention that a pile of rats were trying to get its attention. It had seen them around, of course, nothing escaped its gaze, but it had simply had more important things to worry about. Naturally. Of course. It certainly had not mistaken them for ambient creatures till this very moment.

Regardless, it lowered its neck down from its floating position, the single great eye large as several of the rats moved about a rat length away, bathing them in its warm glow.

“Salutations, little children of fate!” it said, too loudly for the distance, “how may I assist you?”

The topmost, already dazzled rat seemed taken aback by the Oracle's form of address, pointing a tiny claw at itself, then looking down at the other rats for confirmation. Unfortunately, each of them was pretty much doing the same; looking to the next rat over quizzically in search of reassurance. 

The bottommost rat, almost squashed under the combined weight of the rest of Rats, let out a sharp squeak. It echoed out of every rat's mouth.

That seemed to remind them of their mission. The topmost rat, having both of its hands available, proceeded to point at its mouth, then pat its stomach — and, since food did not appear that very instant — raised an arm to its forehead, wobbling. The wobble became a ripple that threatened the stability of the leaning tower of Rat, but they seemed none the wiser. On the contrary, Rats' performance escalated at a rapid rate, each individual rat soon mimicking starvation-induced death in increasingly dramatic ways; shrivelling up, eating one's own tail, screaming bloody (and hungry) murder.

Then, as suddenly as it all had started, Rats snapped back into their default poses, still barely managing to form a tower, each staring up at the celestial being with large, pleading eyes, their hands crossed. 

Well, except one. One of them was still stuck eating its own tail.

The Oracle watched all this impassively with its unblinking stellar eye. Once it was over it was silent for a moment longer, said “I see…” to buy time, was silent for another moment, and only then remembered what ‘eating’ was, a revelation accompanied by an audible “Ah!”

It pondered for a moment if this was a worthy cause, or whether doing something about it would displease fate. Ultimately, however, even it wasn’t immune to those pleading eyes, and so it promptly declared “Well then, let us see what fate can provide!” while cupping its hands and then rolling the dice with a prayer of “oh merciful fate, may you favor your poor children with a bountiful blessing of sustenance!”

The 8d8s clacked across the floor, landing before the rat stack, and coming up with a 39 leaving the Oracle ever so pleased with its consistent rolling capabilities. True, it hadn’t rolled high yet, but the lack of low rolls meant that Fate still smiled upon them.

As for the result of this roll, the dice shimmered for a moment, and then in the glow merged together, before sprouting up and up into a long narrow shape before dissipating and revealing a Demi-Baguette tall as the rat stack.Was it the finest quality baguette fresh from the oven? No. Indeed it was entirely average, perhaps even a bit sub par. Also it promptly toppled forwards towards the rat stack.

Rather than stick around and see the outcome of its work being devoured, the Oracle was swiftly distracted by the appearance of the results of its (randomly) chosen gatcha rolls. 

It had been rather subdued and humble in its response to Salbjörg’s thanks, saying “Think nothing of it, I could hardly leave a fellow disciple of fate in such a predicament after all” with a little headbob.

Subdued and humble would not be words to be used to describe response to the results of the rolls, which were great jubilation.

“What a glorious day! Fate truly has blessed us with a shower of gifts, for our divine patron must be pleased with our work! Yet, we must not become complacent!” it declared, before thrusting a finger at Muste and demanding “you must ensure that the dungeon design is pleasing to our most holy god! Most importantly, this room must be made into a shrine to its glory, beginning with carving its shape into a most holy octagon! Then you must designate space for eight lesser shrines in the dungeon, all at equidistant points from each other and the central shrine, forming a second most holy layer around the first!"

Was it going to help work out how to do that? No obviously not, it knew how to delegate. Besides, it had holy gifts to inspect. Also it had just been made redundant by the wagon anyway, so it had the time to indulge its curiosities.

To be fair to it, this did involve the void angel doing something helpful, namely rapidly sorting everything into piles rather than leaving it all scattered around on the floor. Raw resources here, traps there, equipment there. 

Equipment that wasn’t in the middle of being pawned off to a skeleton anyway. It wasn’t exactly happy with… whatever Zoppy was playing at, but Salbjörg seemed to have it handled. Besides, now that it was done sorting, it had the important task of testing the most holy of their holy artifacts: the Polymorphic Amulet.

“Oh most holy of fates, revered be your divine providence, and grant unto this must humble of your servants your most brilliant of blessing!” it prayed, before slipping the amulet through its membrane and hanging it from the corpse that floated within itself.