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Sister Bomia’s Adventure Diary
We Strike Several Blows For Womankind
Bearsday 2, Roc Month, Year 25 of the Golden Emperor
Dear Diary,
As I write this, it is nearing sundown on our second day in the city and I, for one, am ready for a long night’s sleep in a soft bed. Last night and today were very busy.
Things got started when Amella produced a large sack of Blue Adura petals from her Bag of Many Thieves Items. Blue Adura petals, when burned, produce a great deal of smoke that will put any who breath it into several hours of deep slumber. That’s how we managed to defeat the Great Beast of Unnadarta and free the 1,000 prisoners he had taken.
While Amella and I, with the help of three young women we had met, made up bundles filled with Blue Adura, Halana and Grettin revealed their true selves to a large group of assembled women. They explained our plan and how it would change the way they would be treated in Weskolia. The younger women were in favor of it almost immediately, but the older women feared male reprisal, so it took longer to convince them the plan would work.
While all of that was going on, Olivia was beginning a magic ritual. As you know, Diary, ritual magic takes longer to cast, but has a much greater effect. This ritual would take the better part of 4 hours.
Once we had the Blue Adura bundles ready, Amella, Halana, and Grettin drank a polymorph potion and changed into large and athletic Weskolian men. They then left the Women’s Quarter to go stir up trouble and place their bundles around the city. Meanwhile, I asked the Mother Goddess to bless them with success, then began gathering the 300 or so women in the Quarter into a group, the better to instruct them and, eventually, get them to join me in prayer.
As planned, our three trouble stirrers made an excellent job of it. They were soon being chased in three different directions by not only the city guard, but by a large and growing mob of citizens and nobles. As Grettin later said, “That’s what you get when you randomly knock over merchant stalls and punch random faces.”
Diary, I seem to have forgotten to mention that we had also placed timed fire starters in those bundles of petals. Fire starters are useful things, and these were set to go off after a 4 hour interval. Sure enough, just as the enraged mob of men, guards and soldiers from the local fort thought they had our ladies trapped on top of the central court building, the bundles started burning. Soon, a thick smoke was filling the city.
Just before the smoke started, I had all of the women in the Quarter hold hands and join me in this prayer.
“Great Mother, these women have been treated terribly by the men of this land for many long years. Tonight, your humble servants seek to set things right. We ask you to grant us the blessings we need to move freely and have the strength to do what needs to be done. We beseech you to help make the men sleep for many hours, and to start learning the error of their ways when they awaken. Blessed be you, Great Mother.”
At the end of our prayer, we all felt the hand of the Mother touch us. We were filed with strength and sense of purpose. The Spirit of the Mother Goddess was in us! When the smoke came, it had no effect on us!
I try to remain humble, Diary, but as Amella later said, “There are prayers and then there are PRAYERS.”
However, it sort of paled compared to the effects of Olivia’s ritual coming to an end. For starters, she was stark naked, which is an impressive sight in and of itself. Then there is the fact that she was rising into the air and crackling with arcane energy. Finally, there was her voice, which went booming out across the city and the entire kingdom.
“Men of Weskolia, heed now the words of Olivia Bennicarus, Mistress of the Arcane Arts! For your crimes against the women of this land, I set my curse upon you! You shall see yourselves reduced and weakened! You will see your manhood wither and your courage fail! You will become subservient to these women until you truly repent or die! So say I and so it shall be!”
And then an enormous blast of energy flew out of her in all directions and she, unconscious, floated back to the ground, where we wrapped her in a blanket and tended her.
And so, Diary, this morning the men of Weskolia awoke to find themselves no more than 3 feet tall and weak of body. Their private parts were as those of very small boys. They were afraid that the women, of more specifically us, would kill them. They were rounded up and put into the former women’s quarter, as well as various other buildings.
Then the five of us set about teaching the women how to be in charge of things. Thankfully, the wives and mistresses of the former rulers had learned many secrets over the years, so the kingdom would go on functioning.
I must get some rest now, Diary. Tomorrow, at the request of every woman in the city, I will help them set up a church of the Mother Goddess. I can hardly wait to tell Mother Superior about this when I finally get back home.
Sister Bomia Everain
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