A Typical Intriuge in the Days of Old, Part 3:
As Gel and Mel landed on the shores of the temple, the party was in full swing. The reason nobody (in theory) knew the location of the temple was that they were brought there blindfolded. In practice, everybody but the Snipes and the common people knew the location of the temple. And the Snipes had just found out.
The reason people went to these parties was that wine was a priest secret- and only at these parties could one get it. It was against the code of the gods to assassinate anybody there, or else the priests would have dominated political affairs- as it was, their only advantage was near bottomless coffers.
"What is this one celebrating again?" asked Gel.
"A royal marriage- Swissia has secured another part of the pantheon for his children by a marriage alliance with a god."
All but the core 5 of the Swissian gods were mortal, and lived lifespans approximately equivalent to humans. Swissia and his large family often secured marriages to gain more and more of the pantheon. 'This time' thought Mel, 'Which one was it again? Ah yes, idiots. Swissia has finally gained himself for his family the prestigious title of God of Idiots.'
"Which one is it this time?"
"Idiots."
"Don't insult our squad!"
"No, I meant-"
"Come on!"
Gel and Mel headed further inward. They weren't invited, so they had to be careful- but nobody was keeping tabs on them. They snuck up to the window of the temple, where two people were speaking. They recognised both- the High Priest of all the Swedes (his official title), Hyksos, and the political leader of the Priest faction (well, it was more like a Confederation of all the miniature priest factions), and the 'Holy Minister of Intrigue', Yetin. The priest caste didn't seem to see the ridiculousness of the title. A conversation was going on- nobody in the squad could get a good aim, so they had to wait and listen.
"Soon we shall be running out gods Swissia can acquire- there are only a few left"- even if they couldn't tell the voice, it would be obviously Yetin. Hyksos would NEVER say that.
Hyskos protested. "But- that is the final victory of Swissia- our pantheon shall be unified, and then they can help us get our affairs in order!"
"Not in our favour- the gods are more likely to support the king. Even if they don't, we are crippled- we will lose our party income, and go from bottomless coffers to broke."
"The gods will help us!"
"The gods help those who help themselves."
"Hmm.... I shall have to think it over" said Hyksos.
Gel tried to aim his bow. "No!" said Mel. "This is more important then the mission."
"Alright- I expect an answer by tomorrow" replied Yetin, in a voice that would suggest a king threatening a servant with execution.
Hyksos sighed, head bowed, as Yetin left the room. "Mevel- come in here!" cried Hyksos.
Mevel rushed in- a political nobody, he was no priest- but he had to be in here for a reason. What was it? "Yes, sir?"
Hyksos's eyes streamed with tears, and he fell on his knees and cried, falling into Mevel's arms.
Gel tried to aim again, but Mel physically restrained him. "No- it's against the gods to kill him in this state!"
"Mevel- I....." cried Hyksos, still crying."
"Please sir- if you cry this loud, I can't tell what you're saying."
Hyksos wiped away some tears. He tried to get his voice together, though still very sad.
"Although Yetin didn't say it on those terms, he wants me to lie and claim some sort of break in the pantheon. But that would incur the anger of the gods."
"Yes, so?"
"I don't dare defy him- on these issues, he has never been wrong once. But I need a sign from the gods- and I need to show him it, to persuade him that we are following the will of gods. If I don't, he will probably launch a coup!"
"Understood- what?"
"A small farmer has found a never-seen before relic of Swissia- a Swissian fingernail! Acquire it, and bring it to the temple."
"All the head nobles will compete to get it- how can I, a mere temple servant, beat them?"
"That is the sign it is from the gods."
Mel looked at Gel. "We have to help him!"
"Why- we have such a shot at Hyksos!"
"Don't you see- if the Priest income dies, then the people suffer from the lack of wine."
"Caring about ordinary people is for the Commoner's Guild! Us Snipes are above it."
"Besides that- if the factions become fewer, they can afford more and more to mistreat their agents with a greater and greater chance of replacing them with someone just as good or better- it's bad for all of us!
"Alright- but we're not getting caught!"
Yetin peeked at the door. He had discovered the two Snipe intruders, as well as Hyksos's pathetic plan. "Now- to get my way, I will have to win the race for the Swissian fingernail. Then I can become High Priest- my dream shall be fulfilled!"