On Being a Good Cult God

"No Refugees wanted." That's what the sign said on the dirty docks of the port city of Coriena (sounds like the start of a song, its not the start of a song). The steam ship Nidget and I had arrived on with several hundred other refugees had also locked their ramp to get back on (because they too after taking our money to get to Coriena didn't want to let us get back on board and hope for a new port of call). I could see outside of our group of unwashed masses there was a rather large gathering of other war refugees in various states of dirty and wounded (some were even dead, that is how little the dock workers of Coriena the "jewel of the east" cared).

"Well that's that Trezlan I think we're pretty boned."

"Boned? Nidget that's so uncouth your rough language will not be welcome inside the city walls."

"You can read the sign can't you Trezlan, you can read right? You aren't writing a journal in some kind of insanity language only you understand?" We were walking and talking, our goal one of the guards up ahead. I had a plan to get into the city, because of course I did.

"Nidget please just stand right here and let me sort this out with a guard." He gave me a sour look, but did exactly as ordered and stood next to a family of four (he kind of looked like one of their freakishly aged sons to be honest). I approached one of the guards "holding the line" he looked particularly bored to be perfectly honest, but then again if my job was to keep riff raff out of my city I'd look bored as well.

"Stay back scum." Scum was so impolite.

"Is that anyway to treat your master young one." He looked at me like I'd just shit on his shoe, and then something dawned on him, like he had looked past me until just then and recognized who I was and what I represented.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't."

"Shhhh shhh don't worry, my associate and myself are going to enter the city now, that won't be an issue will it?"

"No sir, no issue at all." I waved Nidget toward myself and the guard resumed his post, no one else on the line questioned it at all. Nidget didn't say anything until we were successfully in Coriena.

"What kind of horrible mind trick did you use on that young guard?"

"I didn't use a mind trick, I noticed he was wearing a pendant with my exagerated visage, I'm a god here you know."

"I'm so much more terrified than I was before Trezlan you don't even know."

"Oh Nidget, oh ye of being you." And so Nidget Pavorossi and Trezlan Lorentino came to the city of Coriena. And of course the city was totally richer for our presence!