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Death in Freeport - Part 12: Initiation Chamber
Kham ran down the hallway and threw open the nearest double doors. In his feverish mind, putting as many barriers between him and Milos was paramount. The doors seemed like a good place to start.
Within the octagonal chamber, the entire room was painted black. The ceiling shimmered with stars like the sky at night. There was a circular depression in the center of the room, some ten feet deep. On the far wall was a sturdy table covered with ritual paraphernalia: a gong, incense burners, two candelabras, and some other items he couldn’t make out. No one was in sight.
And just as suddenly, the terror wore off.
Kham straightened and smoothed his jacket. Running from a cultist was understandable, but running from a lisping idiot like Milos was unforgivable. He would be sure to let the ladies have a chat with Milos, Altherian-style.
Then he remembered his bladder. The fear had nearly caused him to wet his pants.
“So Lucius violated an inner sanctum of Althares,” said Kham with a smirk. He unbuttoned his pants. “Well, Milos, let’s see what your ‘Unthpeakable One’ thinks of this!”
And with that, he peed on the altar, the gong, the incense burners, one of the candelabras, and anything else in range.
When he was finished relieving himself, Kham buttoned his pants back up. He turned to go…
Above him, the stars seemed to twinkle as if they really were the night sky. Then he felt a presence—and the circular depression erupted with yellow tentacles.
One look at them confirmed Kham’s worst fears. He was staring at the Unspeakable One itself, and his bleary, tired, and more than a little hung over mind was in no shape to stare into the blasted abyss. With a shout, he ran screaming from the room.
Kham ran down the hallway and threw open the nearest double doors. In his feverish mind, putting as many barriers between him and Milos was paramount. The doors seemed like a good place to start.
Within the octagonal chamber, the entire room was painted black. The ceiling shimmered with stars like the sky at night. There was a circular depression in the center of the room, some ten feet deep. On the far wall was a sturdy table covered with ritual paraphernalia: a gong, incense burners, two candelabras, and some other items he couldn’t make out. No one was in sight.
And just as suddenly, the terror wore off.
Kham straightened and smoothed his jacket. Running from a cultist was understandable, but running from a lisping idiot like Milos was unforgivable. He would be sure to let the ladies have a chat with Milos, Altherian-style.
Then he remembered his bladder. The fear had nearly caused him to wet his pants.
“So Lucius violated an inner sanctum of Althares,” said Kham with a smirk. He unbuttoned his pants. “Well, Milos, let’s see what your ‘Unthpeakable One’ thinks of this!”
And with that, he peed on the altar, the gong, the incense burners, one of the candelabras, and anything else in range.
When he was finished relieving himself, Kham buttoned his pants back up. He turned to go…
Above him, the stars seemed to twinkle as if they really were the night sky. Then he felt a presence—and the circular depression erupted with yellow tentacles.
One look at them confirmed Kham’s worst fears. He was staring at the Unspeakable One itself, and his bleary, tired, and more than a little hung over mind was in no shape to stare into the blasted abyss. With a shout, he ran screaming from the room.
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