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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2082214" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 9: Death in the Family continuedheh.  Got it up before midnight.  Eat that Yeti.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“I am Thyvron.”  The priest of Cula Vak bowed low in a mocking style.  The malicious grin spread across his face seemed permanently chiseled in his gritty skin.  “And yes, I am a priest of the Sunken Lord.”Fitz grunted and donned his best sneer.  “We have no time to talk to you.  Good day.”  Fitz pivoted to continue on his merry way.“Oh you will stop.  And you will listen, even if you do not speak.”  The malicious grin had transformed into a cruel mockery of a smile.”“What do you want?”  Tobias loosed his sword slightly, baring two inches of the blade.  Light from the summer sun danced from the blade into the black priest’s eyes.Thyvron grunted and untied a broad brim hat from his belt, placing the hat upon his balding head.  “We are loyal servants of Cula Vak.  And we have come on behalf of his followers.  All we want is a few words with you noble fools.”"Continue.” “On behalf of the followers of Cula Vak we humbly request you cease the pointless slaughter of our people.  Whatever you may call your quest, it is nothing but murder.  You have invaded the home of our God and slaughtered his followers.  If you do not stop your interference, we will be forced to prevent your meddling.”Tobias shook his head and laughed.  Already his sixth sense was stretching outward confirming all of his suspicions.  He could feel the taint upon each of the souls now facing his party.  Thyvron’s taint was easily the strongest of the group of seven.  The cleric had power.  With his harsh laugh Tobias brought his blade out two more inches.Thyvron cleared his throat to regain the tempo of the discussion.  Tobias’ laugh gradually dwindled giving the cleric space to speak.  “We would also like to thank you.  You have actually been quite helpful to us recently.  Although, I’m afraid I’m not really at liberty to say how.”“Is that all?”  Fitz questioned.“Well,” Thyvron continued, “once we have your words you will no longer interfere with out business.  And once we retrieve something of ours that you have.”“You’ll never have our word.”  Tobias blurted.  “That God’s followers, those rapists and murderers you represent.  All will meet swift justice of our blades.”“I am truly, so truly sorry you feel this way.  Wolfram!”  One of the others stepped forward.  This man also dressed as a farmer but wielded a large greataxe.  “Yes, my lord.”“Tell me, Wolfram, what is the name of your new slave?  You know,” Thyvron’s eyes glared toward the Heroes, “that female druid we collected from the nearby forest.”“Her name was Calyx, my lord.”  Wolfram grinned, his few stained, crooked teeth not improving his pock-marked face.  “She was quite…submissive after I taught her a few new tricks.”  Again his grin stained the beautiful summer day.  Tobias’ blade edged out a few more inches, his arms trembling slightly in anticipation and anger.“You see, my friends.  We can be quite persuasive in our own way.  If you know what is good for your friend, I suggest you comply.”  Thyvron smiled again.Tobias snapped.  His greatsword shed the hard shell protection dangling from his belt, arcing upward into the sky.  The sunlight bounced off the blade, attacking the followers of Cula Vak.  As Tobias’ sword came down, Thyron stepped back to dodge.  The sword drew a thick line of blood across the cleric’s chest, wiping the smirk from his face.Thyvron’s right arm glanced into the air and cut downward as words spurted from his mouth.  As his hand reached its lowest extension, Tobias’ eyes rolled into his head.  The fighter dropped his sword and fell forward, unconscious.</blockquote>

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