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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4421187" data-attributes="member: 19688">Nualia<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2750283415_90aea2edb3_o.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Jovik moves up to the door that Nualia retreated behind. Jokad follows close behind, with Danth and Kael ready to move in when the path clears.The door has been swung shut, but not locked. It has bounced open a few inches, and you hear a prayer being completed inside.Jovik kicks the door open. At times like these, speed can be a greater asset than stealth, and she sure as heck knows you are coming.The room is surrounded by a wide stone ledge of red marble. The walls are angular, the room a peculiar shape. The strangeness of the room is deepened by the four burning skulls (marked BS on the map) that sit in each corner atop the red shelf, casting quite a bright, warm light across the room. Three simple wooden chairs rest in the room, and both stone ledges are covered with books, scrolls, teeth, bones, scrimshaw artwork, jars of deformed creatures soaking in brine, taxidermied animals and limbs, and other strange objects.To the north, a large round fountain filled with frothy blue water fills the room with the gentle sound of bubbling. Nualia stands to the left of this, the arrows that punctured her flesh have been ripped free and lie bloodied on the floor. Her wounds are gone, although the thick, living scar tissue that mars her exposed belly is all too visible.He right hand holds the wickedly jagged bastard sword outwards, as if to point at you. As you are revealed, she starts to speak quickly, her voice a wash of panic and anger."So the old fool, did he die?" she asks."I have been following your progress, or at least your early progress. Tsuto was concerned that the five of you might be brave, or foolish enough to try and take the battle to Thistletop. But I see there are only four of you. So the old bastard died! Good! He already killed a part of me. Did he tell you his part in my downfall?" she asks.Seeing the flicker of confusion in Jovik's face, she barks a single, cold laugh."Ha! My great horror. My great shame! The infant that filled my gut. He is the one that birthed it. Did he tell you that? No, of course not. He birthed it. My son, my beautiful son. And when he saw that Lamashtu had gifted me with a dog headed prince, he took it and ...." she stammers, as if lost for words. Jokad pulls up beside Jovik, casting the young rogue a look, as if to question whether it was wise to wait. Behind Danth and Kael traversed the trap and moved up behind ((I am assuming double occupancy of squares now))."Mandraiv knew. He knew what my 'father' was doing to me. He could have helped. He chose not to. That is why Lamashtu came to me. Nobody else would help, and when I found the old shrine beneath the town, I spoke with her. I had fled there, like so many times before, to escape the drunken attentions of the man who claimed he was my father. He hated me. He hated my heavenly blood. He was a man who had lost his god. No spirits spoke to him. He was an empty shell. HE KILLED MY MOTHER, and then he took his rage out on me." She is screaming now, almost incoherent. It is as if her anger has turned almost to fear, her voice a shuddering, hacking mess."Mandraiv knew about all of this. I am glad he died! He deserved to die! Sandpoint deserves to die." And whispering now ... "For what they did to me. For how long they let this happen to me. For taking my boy from me."She sobs once, before looking up again, her beautiful eyes and silver hair hinting at her heaven-touched heritage."So kill me!" she whispers. "I have nothing to live for."</blockquote>

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