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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3985600" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Terror in Freeport - Part 10b: The Temple of Althares</strong></p><p></p><p>There were nine brothers in total, all of them suffering sporting wicked wounds.</p><p></p><p>Kham drew his pistols and pointed one to either side of him. </p><p></p><p>“Start talking,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“We were out picking up groceries and dry goods for the temple,” said what appeared to be a leader, the female. “While passing through a darkened street in the Old City, we were ambushed by shadowy figures in robes, carrying long, crooked knives.”</p><p></p><p>“Go on,” said Kham. Thuron and Egil walked over behind him. </p><p></p><p>“Everything happened too quickly to see anything. We got away, but I’m sure we were being followed.”</p><p></p><p>“We split up to try to throw off our pursuers,” said one of the other brothers to the left of Kham. </p><p></p><p>“These little sheep yours?” asked Kham over his shoulder.</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” said Thuron slowly. “They are brothers and sisters of this temple.”</p><p></p><p>The various lay brethren began arguing amongst themselves. Some advocated evacuating the temple; others voted for calling the Watch. </p><p></p><p>“I don’t like this,” said Egil over the din. </p><p></p><p>Kham turned, his back to the altar to Althares. “Me neither.” He nodded towards the female cultist. “Say, Thuron?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, Kham?”</p><p></p><p>Everyone stopped talking. Kham hadn’t lowered his pistols. He was focused on the Althares sister.</p><p></p><p>“Doesn’t your order take a vow of poverty?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” said Thuron.</p><p></p><p>“Thought so,” said Kham. </p><p></p><p>BLAM! BLAM!</p><p></p><p>One brother fell backwards, clutching his face. The female priestess swore as the blast hit her full in the chest. Instead of collapsing, she morphed into a ssanu’s serpentine form, wielding a wickedly curved blade. The other priests drew daggers from their robes.</p><p></p><p>The brotherhood priests surged forward with clubs, led by Beldin and Vlad. </p><p></p><p>K’Ral spun and decapitated a brother of Althares in one smooth motion. She hurled the head at the altar. “Thissss temple sssshall fall before the Brotherhood!”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė fired an arrow at K’Ral, but the shot went wide.</p><p></p><p>“A sssslave?” hissed K’Ral. “Truly thisss will be a gloriousss triumph,” she drew her own bow. It was carved in the shape of two snakes, their mouths biting the bowstring. “Two of our mortal enemiesss dessstroyed in one night!”</p><p></p><p>K’Ral fired back at Ilmarė. The elorii ducked just in time. The arrow shivered in a pew behind her.</p><p></p><p>“My people broke free of your slavery a millennia ago,” snarled Ilmarė. She loosed another shot at K’Ral. “Stop living in the past.”</p><p></p><p>K’Ral fired another arrow. “That may be,” said K’Ral, “but we have a new god leading ussss.”</p><p></p><p>A brother of Althares shrieked and fell to the ground behind Ilmarė, an arrow jutting from his face. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė ducked behind a pew and touched the amulet at her throat. Energy pulsed through her veins as rage washed over her. </p><p></p><p>When she rose up again, Ilmarė pulled back her bow so tightly that it creaked. She loosed four arrows in quick succession. </p><p></p><p>K’Ral was in the middle of drawing her own arrow when she was hit in the thigh. She hissed in pain, but was interrupted by two more arrows that struck her in the arm and torso. The last arrow struck the ssanu in the forehead, and then she stopped hissing altogether.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė stepped over to K’Ral’s corpse. All the other cultists were dead. </p><p></p><p>She kicked the dead body. “Stupid ssanu cultist.”</p><p></p><p>“How did you know they were impostors?” Egil asked Kham.</p><p></p><p>Kham plucked a ring off of K’Ral’s hand and flipped it with one thumb towards Egil. </p><p></p><p>Egil caught it. It was a heavy gold ring. “Your order takes a vow of poverty, remember,” said Kham. “Besides, that’s a ring of mind shielding. You don’t wear it unless you want to keep secrets.”</p><p></p><p>“How do you know of such things?” asked Egil in awe. </p><p></p><p>Kham wiggled his ring finger at Egil, “Because I’m wearing one.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3985600, member: 3285"] [b]Terror in Freeport - Part 10b: The Temple of Althares[/b] There were nine brothers in total, all of them suffering sporting wicked wounds. Kham drew his pistols and pointed one to either side of him. “Start talking,” he said. “We were out picking up groceries and dry goods for the temple,” said what appeared to be a leader, the female. “While passing through a darkened street in the Old City, we were ambushed by shadowy figures in robes, carrying long, crooked knives.” “Go on,” said Kham. Thuron and Egil walked over behind him. “Everything happened too quickly to see anything. We got away, but I’m sure we were being followed.” “We split up to try to throw off our pursuers,” said one of the other brothers to the left of Kham. “These little sheep yours?” asked Kham over his shoulder. “Yes,” said Thuron slowly. “They are brothers and sisters of this temple.” The various lay brethren began arguing amongst themselves. Some advocated evacuating the temple; others voted for calling the Watch. “I don’t like this,” said Egil over the din. Kham turned, his back to the altar to Althares. “Me neither.” He nodded towards the female cultist. “Say, Thuron?” “Yes, Kham?” Everyone stopped talking. Kham hadn’t lowered his pistols. He was focused on the Althares sister. “Doesn’t your order take a vow of poverty?” “Yes,” said Thuron. “Thought so,” said Kham. BLAM! BLAM! One brother fell backwards, clutching his face. The female priestess swore as the blast hit her full in the chest. Instead of collapsing, she morphed into a ssanu’s serpentine form, wielding a wickedly curved blade. The other priests drew daggers from their robes. The brotherhood priests surged forward with clubs, led by Beldin and Vlad. K’Ral spun and decapitated a brother of Althares in one smooth motion. She hurled the head at the altar. “Thissss temple sssshall fall before the Brotherhood!” Ilmarė fired an arrow at K’Ral, but the shot went wide. “A sssslave?” hissed K’Ral. “Truly thisss will be a gloriousss triumph,” she drew her own bow. It was carved in the shape of two snakes, their mouths biting the bowstring. “Two of our mortal enemiesss dessstroyed in one night!” K’Ral fired back at Ilmarė. The elorii ducked just in time. The arrow shivered in a pew behind her. “My people broke free of your slavery a millennia ago,” snarled Ilmarė. She loosed another shot at K’Ral. “Stop living in the past.” K’Ral fired another arrow. “That may be,” said K’Ral, “but we have a new god leading ussss.” A brother of Althares shrieked and fell to the ground behind Ilmarė, an arrow jutting from his face. Ilmarė ducked behind a pew and touched the amulet at her throat. Energy pulsed through her veins as rage washed over her. When she rose up again, Ilmarė pulled back her bow so tightly that it creaked. She loosed four arrows in quick succession. K’Ral was in the middle of drawing her own arrow when she was hit in the thigh. She hissed in pain, but was interrupted by two more arrows that struck her in the arm and torso. The last arrow struck the ssanu in the forehead, and then she stopped hissing altogether. Ilmarė stepped over to K’Ral’s corpse. All the other cultists were dead. She kicked the dead body. “Stupid ssanu cultist.” “How did you know they were impostors?” Egil asked Kham. Kham plucked a ring off of K’Ral’s hand and flipped it with one thumb towards Egil. Egil caught it. It was a heavy gold ring. “Your order takes a vow of poverty, remember,” said Kham. “Besides, that’s a ring of mind shielding. You don’t wear it unless you want to keep secrets.” “How do you know of such things?” asked Egil in awe. Kham wiggled his ring finger at Egil, “Because I’m wearing one.” [/QUOTE]
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