A Prepared Presentation of a Proposal for Promotion
Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2020 7:03 pm
With the urgent war effort put to a close, the enthusiasm of the green slaad Blues Green remained. Many ideas swirled through the psyche of this namer of the Godsmen. With bigger plans in mind and what they'd felt were many accomplishments up to this point, they approached Factor Ombidias to speak, so soon as they got the chance. Feeling that the famously slow and deliberate Factor would let them finish their full presentation, they made sure all of their persuasion-helping gear on and began.
"O Factor! My Factor! Like the ore becomes the ingot, I have progressed in many ways o'er the conflict of late and no longer resemble the old me! I come to make fancy word talk of my doings, and explain why we come upon the hour that I must be made Factotum!"
While they spoke, they created some illusionary colored lights and used them to depict relevant scenes; of the many hours that the slaad spent tirelessly crafting many things, of the wounded they tended to on the field, and so on.
"I have made objectives and opportunities of our war with the Other Sigil; I saw the Bleak Cabal seeking volunteers to aid them in their medical pursuits, and took the chance to humble them while showing how The Believers the Source may support the city just as well, if not moreso! Over the months, I have made hundreds of kits of healing supplies and dispersed them to our healers! I have honed my craft of metals to create some of the finest surgical tools Sigil has yet seen! I have learned a dozen new alchemical recipes and used them to grant our medics the admixtures touch! In other words, I undertook massive orders of work, and in so doing, gave our healers what they needed to face their obstacles in the forge of existence! All of it bearing the mark of the Believers of the Source."
"I should add, I've done all of that with a distinct disadvantage. Despite asking for volunteers, at nearly every step of the way I had to contend with sneering Bleakers and prejudiced doctors who thought they didn't want my help. I pushed through that obstacle to do what I set out to do!"
"All the while, I have put my artistic passions to work! I have depicted the surly and impetuous Anarchists as the villains they are! I have extolled the virtues of our heroes through paint! I have encouraged others to become active participants in the history unfolding around us, and taken pen to paper to send my words to all corners of the city!"
They take a few moments to show off some of their paintings, extremely pleased about them, but they don't stop talking.
"And now, new opportunities abound. The Red Sigil has seen all sorts of destruction, and its peoples disillusionated! They are going to need builders and inspiration, and we can show them the path forward! I can find the artistic souls among them who have been suppressed by excess lawfulness. I can show them how to get through all of this calamity with most of their digits intact and roofs above their heads! And that's why I need the ability to name the best of them Namers! I need apprentices to help me spread my efforts to the four winds!"
They point a large thumb at themselves, and croak deeply.
"Make me a Factotum, coach! I'm ready!"
"O Factor! My Factor! Like the ore becomes the ingot, I have progressed in many ways o'er the conflict of late and no longer resemble the old me! I come to make fancy word talk of my doings, and explain why we come upon the hour that I must be made Factotum!"
While they spoke, they created some illusionary colored lights and used them to depict relevant scenes; of the many hours that the slaad spent tirelessly crafting many things, of the wounded they tended to on the field, and so on.
"I have made objectives and opportunities of our war with the Other Sigil; I saw the Bleak Cabal seeking volunteers to aid them in their medical pursuits, and took the chance to humble them while showing how The Believers the Source may support the city just as well, if not moreso! Over the months, I have made hundreds of kits of healing supplies and dispersed them to our healers! I have honed my craft of metals to create some of the finest surgical tools Sigil has yet seen! I have learned a dozen new alchemical recipes and used them to grant our medics the admixtures touch! In other words, I undertook massive orders of work, and in so doing, gave our healers what they needed to face their obstacles in the forge of existence! All of it bearing the mark of the Believers of the Source."
"I should add, I've done all of that with a distinct disadvantage. Despite asking for volunteers, at nearly every step of the way I had to contend with sneering Bleakers and prejudiced doctors who thought they didn't want my help. I pushed through that obstacle to do what I set out to do!"
"All the while, I have put my artistic passions to work! I have depicted the surly and impetuous Anarchists as the villains they are! I have extolled the virtues of our heroes through paint! I have encouraged others to become active participants in the history unfolding around us, and taken pen to paper to send my words to all corners of the city!"
They take a few moments to show off some of their paintings, extremely pleased about them, but they don't stop talking.
"And now, new opportunities abound. The Red Sigil has seen all sorts of destruction, and its peoples disillusionated! They are going to need builders and inspiration, and we can show them the path forward! I can find the artistic souls among them who have been suppressed by excess lawfulness. I can show them how to get through all of this calamity with most of their digits intact and roofs above their heads! And that's why I need the ability to name the best of them Namers! I need apprentices to help me spread my efforts to the four winds!"
They point a large thumb at themselves, and croak deeply.
"Make me a Factotum, coach! I'm ready!"