Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject: do something...
The day passes, as does the next. And the next. The days give way to a week, to two... has it been three? It is difficult to track just how much times passes in this dark, odorous prison, with the ghoulish minions making only irregular visits to bring food or water. A note of interest is that the food inproves somewhat - if one can manage to overlook the clear signs that a good portion of this food is at best scraps and leftovers - judging by the bite marks in heels of bread, chunks of gristle that appeaer to be pre chewed and such, there can be no real doubt that some portion can be nothing but actual trash.
Garbage or not, after more than a week with little to no food - and that being thin gruel - survival passes pride and disgust as motivating factors. Heels of bread, bits of cheese, small portions of stew, even the occasional piece of actual meat... all of these do serve to help sustain precious life.
Then, one night (or is it day?) the soul sucking tedium of the gloomy prison is interrupted with the priest's return.
He stands just outside your cell, an eager expression on his face. "So, my guests," he speaks. "The time has arrived."
He takes a long pause, looking at each cell. "I know that I have the word of the Bladesinger and the battle priest, and no objection from the sun priest. I hear that you," he points at Ch'dau, "are an honorable creature, cat man,that I can trust you will keep the bargain of your life for my task. Is that so?"
OOC: assuming a positive response of some sort...
The priest nods. "Very well. I will release you." He produces a key from his robes and unlocks each gate in turn.
The dark robed man gestures, and a ghoul steps forward with a long bundle in its arms. He unwraps it, revealing a simple longsword that he extends to Aranwen. "If I understand you properly, Bladesinger, you would not wield your old sword again... not that I could obtain it, anyway. Therefore, I have secured a replacement weapon for you. Alas, it is not of the quality of the one you surrendered, but I trust it will be functional."
OOC: assuming she accepts it...
He looks to each of the rest of you. "This creature," he indicates the ghoul that brough the sword, "will take you to another cell, where most of your equipment was stored. Once you retrieve it, you will follow me for your task."
He waits a moment, a slight smirk on his face, before continuing. "I am aware that you have met my Mistress, the High Priestess of our order. I have... a different idea for how our order should conduct itself. But my Mistress is not the sort to solicit input, nor is she inclined to step aside. I dare not act against her alone, as she is a terrible foe... but if I had strong allies such as yourself, I could see to it that she was removed from power, enabling our church to move forward and away from this fixation of hers."
He lets the words hang in the air for a moment. "I will take you to her, avoiding her guards. She is expending a great deal of her energy even as we speak; she will be vulnerable, and the time to strike will be now. There are those among the order whose support I can count on."
The dark priest looks to each of you. "When my Mistress is dead, I will honor you safe passage out of our domain. I give you this solemn vow in the name of D'hurgen, the Devourer. Of course, if you act against me, this seal is broken. Do you all understand?"
OOC: any response that doesn't include a "screw you" or violence...
The odious man nods once more, a wide smile on his face. "Very well. Follow my minon and equip yourselves. The time for change is at hand."
Posted on 2019-11-25 at 23:00:54.