How Prophets are Born.

After thirty minutes Ethelred Beranhond, the first Prophet of Narath, made a mistake. He drank alcohol. Plenty of it. At first he was enjoying himself, as the alcohol relaxed him, but after an hour he stood onto the table, called much of the crowd to him and revealed onto the growing audience the first book of revelation.

diplomacy:
Roll(1d20)+7
17,+7
Total:24

"Can the principle of selection, which we have seen is so potent in the hands of man, apply in nature? I think we shall see that it can act most effectually. Let it be borne in mind in what an endless number of strange peculiarities our domestic productions, and, in a lesser degree, those under nature, vary; and how strong the hereditary tendency is. Under domestication, it may be truly said that the, whole organisation becomes in some degree plastic. Let it be borne in mind how infinitely complex and close-fitting are the mutual relations of all organic beings to each other and to their physical conditions of life."
He spoke passionately - at least with the passion of a drunk prophet who had madeout with his divinity. After spreading the gospel of evolution, he moved onto reciting much of his past learning, as well as some of his new theories. "All mankind... being all equal and independent, no one ought to harm another in his life, health, liberty or possessions." He continued for another hour, reciting and citing, calling forth to the masses and finally stating "When you can't find truth, find love. When you can't find love, at least find yourself and find meaning onto that end."
Then, deciding to wow the crowd with his power, he raised his hands and healed the masses. HIs hands glowed blue and light cascaded over the crowd and through the party, touching all those listening and others.

(hero point + channel energy):
Roll(1d6)+0:6,+0Total:6
Roll(1d6)+0:5,+0Total:5
+2=13 healing potions.

He dropped to his knees, then fell onto his back. As he drifted into slumber, he heard Narath speak to him "You really shouldn't drink Eth..."
"No... I shouldn't..."
Tigrisclawu bounded onto him, purred and said, "you fool... I thought you weren't going to do that sort of thing."
"Shutup..." and his eyes shut and he went to sleep. Scriptus and Codex, who had been listening with wrapped attention, lifted him onto their shoulders and carried him off to his Inn room.