She had her own run-in's with slavers over the years and heard the horror stories, even treated a few survivors. The injuries told what the prisoners would not or could not tell. "I understand." she said quietly, all jocularity gone, her expression telling what she could not.
"I've had my own share of pain Dyria." she said. "My parents were murdered by Shar cultists and I was slotted to be their next sacrifice. When I was found, the cultists had already been slain. Only I survived. I don't remember the details and nothing so far has been able to bring that memory back."
Her voice was full of icy anger and grief at the memories those simple statements conjure. With a visible effort, she pushed the memories away. They had no bearing on the situation at hand and would only drag her down to the level of her enemies, if she let them. You get the feeling that even in the worst situations, the priestess rarely looses control of herself. If she did loose it completely, there wouldn't be much left standing of the poor sod who pissed her off.
She finished helping Dyria get into the armour and smiled sardonically. "I understand your pain and anger quite well. When this is done we'll drink to the demise of our enemies and celebrate the memories of our loved ones safe in the hands of their gods."
Be glad that you do not remember. the voice whispered.
This time, she didn't quite agree with it.
"I've had my own share of pain Dyria." she said. "My parents were murdered by Shar cultists and I was slotted to be their next sacrifice. When I was found, the cultists had already been slain. Only I survived. I don't remember the details and nothing so far has been able to bring that memory back."
Her voice was full of icy anger and grief at the memories those simple statements conjure. With a visible effort, she pushed the memories away. They had no bearing on the situation at hand and would only drag her down to the level of her enemies, if she let them. You get the feeling that even in the worst situations, the priestess rarely looses control of herself. If she did loose it completely, there wouldn't be much left standing of the poor sod who pissed her off.
She finished helping Dyria get into the armour and smiled sardonically. "I understand your pain and anger quite well. When this is done we'll drink to the demise of our enemies and celebrate the memories of our loved ones safe in the hands of their gods."
Be glad that you do not remember. the voice whispered.
This time, she didn't quite agree with it.
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What I would do is have Kiran (if she can) cast non-detection on the boat or us so we can get to the island without being seen. Better yet, have a couple of conflicting illusions set up, so they won't know exactly what's going on in addition to the non-detection. If Murdoch can cast those illusion spells that might be helpful too. I don't know exactly what sort of magical back-up we have outside of the clerics. Will Kiran be going with us or staying behind?
