Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VIII

[Wilphe]

Laurent takes a look to see if any of the locals are within earshot, and repeats the poem he heard from Renadra, low and using all his skill to quite threatening tone into it,

"A day of darkness yet awaits the people of Twilight Hollow.
The day will come when a stranger arrives in town.
This stranger comes for the innocent among us.
This stranger has a handsome shell,
but inside this stranger hides a broken and warped soul.
This stranger knows us.
This stranger has watched us.
This stranger knows the blessings of the beast that plagues us.
Death walks with this stranger."

He relaxes slightly when he finishes, "I got that from a child, but it seems that Lady Andress takes it very seriously indeed, and seemingly ensures that everyone else around here does as well."

 

[kirinke]

Teleri listened to the recital and scowled. "That's the problem with prophesies. They're vague enough that you can make them into whatever you want and by the time the prophesy is supposed to take place has passed, you only recognize the warnings in hindsight."

 

[Wilphe]

"You might view that as a problem. Other people might view that as an opportunity to justify a particular course of action based upon a specific and slanted interpretation."

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang grunts at Teleri's and Laurent's take on the "prophecy." There's only one stranger he's concerned about at the moment.

 

[Velmont]

"Nice poem." tells Sielwoodan. He had followed Broddy silently back to the common room and was watching the other speaking. "Andress would have see this stranger in Chastity? As a paladin, she offer the most beautifull shell, made of virtue. But I think it is more a xenophobe who told that." The archer sits around the table. The thought cross Sielwoodan mind that Ayden would have been more likely to find insight in this, but for now, they can't count on him.

 

[kirinke]

Teleri shook her head. "And if she is a captive of something foul, that thing would have little trouble in breaking and twisting her." she said, looking grim indeed.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang narrows his eyes at Teleri. For her to insult Chastity's resolve, a woman the young elven maiden knew for less than a week, is a disrespect the warrior is not going to sit back and let continue.
"Chastity was a paladin of great honor and virtue. I did not know her for very long, but I'm sure I'm not the only one that would trust her with my life." Calenthang glances at Sielwoodan briefly before continuing. "The only thing that could break and twist her must be something powerful. More powerful than anything we've faced before." He turns a glare on Teleri. "Not everyone is so easily turned."
"Friend Sielwoodan has the right of it. We are wasting time sitting here musing over poems and prophecies!" He leans back in his chair to include Laurent into his vision. Pretty words seemed more suitable for the orator and he had yet to provide any useful insight on the matter. "Why would High Priestess Andress not tell us of her fears? We are all strangers here, and I do not expect to be well-liked, but surely we have done enough to prove our mettle..."

 

[kirinke]

"My friend, I did not mean to disparage Chastity. I only speak truth. If whatever it is has enough power to keep her captive, then it most likely has enough power to break her and both of us know that anyone and anything can be broken given enough time." she said softly, without anger.

"And what do you propose we do Calenthang? You speak forcefully, but do you have a direction for that force to travel? Do you have any idea on what to do next? We cannot simply cut a swath of destruction through this town." she said and looked frustrated as well as tired.

She looked at Laurete. "You said that the girl who died was never buried, or the child you questioned said she never saw a funeral. Chasitity was never buried or given a proper funeral." her eyes hardened.

"There may be a way, but it is chancy at best..." she said tapping her finger on the table. "Tonight I will pray for the spell that detects undead. If there are restless spirits around, they may be able to give us information that the townspeople will not or cannot."

 

[hippocrachus]

"I would sooner have no life left in me than succumb," Calenthang says no less forcefully.
When the priestess shows mock interest in his internal designs, Calenthang flashes a toothy, wolfish grin.
"What I propose? Since you accomplished nothing at your visit with High Priestess Andress, I propose we all go. Now. No need to give our enemies," he looks at Laurent, "any more time to snare us. We have lost enough to waiting. I for one do not want the High Priestess counting me among the 'meek.'"
As fulfilling as destroying Twilight Hollow and all of the corruption in it would be to the wood elf warrior, Calenthang isn't as bull-headed as his now common-place scowl would suggest. There was a time when patience was a quaint strategy used to peacefully settle the score. A time before his revered friend was devoured by a magical tome. Speaking of which...
I will see it burned! He looks at Broddy, his face a steely-calm mask of deceptive patience. Maybe patience does have its uses.

[sblock]I guess it's up to Sielwoodan and Dunstand to heal Calenthang when he needs it [/sblock]

 

[kirinke]

"And by leaving, we will leave two innocent souls to suffer alone without hope," Teleri said coolly. "We cannot leave yet. Our avenues of inquiry have not been exhausted. We can question the farm girl's parents for one and I do intend to pray for that spell I mentioned."

"I will not give into the darkness of despair just yet," she said quietly, but there was steel hidden beneath.

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[sblock] Don't be too sure. Teleri isn't one to let a comrade, even a thick-skulled comrade suffer. You can count on her to heal Calenthang. She isn't petty. Just a bit crazy. And very, very stubborn.[/sblock]