[CUnknown]

The Great Sorceress of Ulm has been wandering the countryside lately in search of sites of magic power. After a long hike, she becomes a little hungry and stops by a peasant's hut to ask for some food. She says, "I am your Goddess, you may rub my feet and bring me whatever food you happen to have in your home, today is your lucky day!"

The peasant farmer looks at her with a snarl, "I ent gonna give ya my food, now go on, git outta here! Goddess? Humph! I know better'n ta believe in that ****e. Ya got any proof about that, or do ya just want me ta take it on -faith-?"

The Great Sorceress, shocked as she was, stood there for a few minutes before regaining her senses. After incinerating the peasant and returning home, she issues this decree:

"Hear me, nation of Ulm! Do not listen to the Skeptics among you! Those who doubt my divinity will be hanged in the street. Remember always that I am your Goddess! All provincial leaders, it is now your top priority to hunt down and stop all foriegn Skeptics."

Turning to a nearby top official, "Make the arrangements for an immediate peace with the Philosopher's Council. The learning seeping across the border from Arcosephale is more dangerous than a hoard of centaurs...Make sure the border is secure."