A good enough friend will help even in the face of overwhelming odds, the first step is to stop the odds from being overwhelming.
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The deities had a hierarchy, not that any of them truly realised it, with Rajesh at the top followed by Thalia then Asvar with all the rest being on the next level down again.
This hierarchy had some interesting consequences, including the fact everyone was technically General caste, regardless of the role they were ordained by Astria. This meant that their preordained position was as a leader of armies but they were having to fill vital roles without which a world could not function.
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Olia was a Barber-Surgeon though the duties he performed were far similar to what was known as dental surgery than that title implied.
One of the rival Barber-Surgeons had gone rouge and was implanting some sort of insect egg in patients' mouths, which Olia was removing as they were swelling and causing pain.
Olia didn't have enough evidence for him to identify the culprit but had made sure to alert the authorities who were investigating.
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The insect egg case had crossed Carmen's desk and he was preparing for a divination to aid in determining the culprit. It wouldn't be enough in isolation they'd also need to investigate properly - it would only justify sending someone undercover. It was especially noteworthy that this was outside his jurisdiction as a judge, that was for the ecclesiastical court whilst this was probably a criminal matter. Besides his rank was roughly equivalent to Pope, slightly less authority because Drath was not the one true god, the court he presided over was the equivalent of the supreme, which dealt only with the most flagrant abuses of process.
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Another thought intruded upon the narrating awareness, language was not the only thing to leak through from Terra. If it had happened before that fateful day when the worlds had been separated then it was in the Skill database somewhere. It was starting to see various performers covering more recent music. This was generally fine under the laws of Retowner, if it was first published before 2004 then it was in the public domain as the laws were set up to prevent the more objectionable practices and as such rights could not be transferred either.
It turned its attention to a musician attempting to perform the Bohemian Rhapsody and failing, they couldn't quite hit the signature where each vocalist used multiple voices - the magic they were using was not yet strong enough.
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In the harbour dungeon a man decends a gangplank towards a beach "Any tips for the upcoming battle?"
"Your status reflects the skills you've displayed, not the other way round. Remember which team you are on, we are yellow triangle and they are blue semicircle. This is a mirror match, so for each of us there will be someone with the same skills and equipment."
He looked down at himself, he was now dressed as a fire ant - the dungeon had provided the costumes for his team, presumably because it had already spawned its monsters as black soldier ants with the skills.
The melee was joined, he was fighting an opponent sword against hammer as the rest of the crew came onto the beach to engage the enemy. The one he faced struck a solid blow crushing his knee. He managed to retaliate by hacking off its left arm but the hammer then came down on his head. He found himself facing a message "Preparing to respawn outside dungeon. Waiting for outcome of group. Please feel free to practise against the training dummies while you wait."