Deirdre whispered at Caer in elvish before standing.
Alas, anger has ruled my heart. I will stay my hand.
She stood and walked back toward the tiefling with a glare.
"There is nothing I can do for him except to apply holy water to prevent undeath and offer a prayer that his soul is found worthy to abide with Corellon in Arborea."
"
So, it isn't within your power to help me. I thought that, maybe we could arrange a time for you to do the rites on him." She sounds sad.
"So I ask again, servant of Mask, why did you come here? What is your interest in the Horned Society and that tome you hold?"
She scoffs at the questions,
You all make so many false assumptions. Because I hired a cleric of Mask, it makes me Mask's servant? I suppose you're all worshippers of Correllon now?
You can read the glyphs, good on you. As I said, I believed this might be the location of a powerful ritual which, obviously, I was wrong.
Anson has no time for this. The woman's feelings are hurt, he understands, and her sallow comment about her friend not living seems foolish to him when so many have died. She was robbing a tomb filled with the living dead. Yes, he had killed he friend, but he was neither sorry nr did he believe they had time to assuage her feelings. She had her book, she had her life. He also knows no words from him will speed this up.
He looks at the statue behind him. Is it like the others, with a key inside? If so he turns the key, hoping it opens the door to the north. If it does, he will start heading through, taking the key with him as he goes (if it is easily removed).
The door opens up and a set of long stairs lead up.
"You said to Max the boy is his pet. Why would you be treated any different. At least we're not calling you a demon."
Havoc huffs
HA! Coming from the elf lover! Don't worry, I'm used to people's prejudice. That creature is manipulating the boy. You'll see. You people should be ashamed, encouraging it.
"You don't have anything that's worth so many lives. If that isn't enough, you will not feel guilty about delaying or preventing the disaster, you are more empty than the dead here. Deirdre, don't put holy water, I'm sure they can do it themselves. We have to go on and if they elf gets up, lets see how much fun they could have together. Maybe you missed the part where we need to finish before full night falls. And you're stalling us here, maybe you are in cahoots with the cultists? Let's move on, if you people aren't killing her, let's just go."
Is this what this is about? You need to finish before nightfall? By the gods, and you're blaming me for stalling? Stop asking me inane questions then! I have been wanting to leave but you insist on interrogating me! LEAVE IF YOU'RE IN A HURRY! That is the way out! Let me show you!
She leads the way to the staircase, Gromlik in tow, carrying the dead elf.
As you come to the top of the stairs, there is a wall with another lever. She pulls it and the door opens into a small crypt. Gromlik pushes the heavy door open and you are outside, behind the temple. Here the wall is lower, giving you a view over the valley.
Looking up, it is dark and the green clouds that once swirled above are now pushed back as the beacon, shining bright, is pushing them back. Instead, they swirl around the valley, as if waiting for the beacon to stop its vigil so that it can rush in once more. Above, the sky is clear with stars as the last remnants of light disappear behind the horizon. Unholy, green Lightning and thunder begin pounding the lands outside the valley and an eerie mist seeps down from the clouds and settles onto the lands outside the valley.
Gromlik just stares with a grim look on his face. Callyassa's face is impassive and she whispers, almost inaudibly,
"I see now."
She turns to everyone,
"Obviously, I didn't appreciate the scope of the situation." From her tone you can almost hear,
'and that's your fault' but she leaves that unsaid
"Well, I... we," she indicates to everyone
, "obviously have much to attend to." She looks to the sky apprehensively, then to Havoc, and lets slip, "Hopefully the book sheds light on what can be done to stop this."
Good luck, if there is such a thing. she says to everyone.
Then to Havoc
, "Except you. I hope you rot in hell for an eternity."
She casts a spell and both she and Gromlik vanish. You can hear them leaving but you decide it's best not to follow and, instead, to attend to the cleric of Pelor and let him know about the events.
