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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Majin" data-source="post: 3608977" data-attributes="member: 13265">“… Make them suffer!” the high priestess Andress spat, blood dripping from her lips, self-inflicted wounds glistening. The blood mixed with the dark crimson and black of her robes; the scourge she was brandishing in her hand slick with it as well. “Despair, you blind and suffering fools! Your pain and sorrow will be but wine in my chalice! You sought refuge in the hands of a weak god, but it is Loviatar who now holds your fate!” the deranged priestess prattled on maniacally. Smoke from a large cauldron permeated throughout the chamber, an enormous skeletal creature stood menacingly near it, the soul of Chastity wailing from within its abdomen. Rounding out the foes that faced the party was their old companion Andreas, the elven wizard now bent and twisted from torture, bent to the will of Andress and her cult. The group fought on, for what felt like an eternity, their minds torn between the dangers of their situation and the torment of being forced to fight a friend, the agony of yet another’s pain filling their ears in the background. Eventually Andreas fell, beheaded by the blade of the elven swordsman. Andress’ protection though, on the other hand, was a far larger problem. Her faith continued to be unyielding and soon all looked lost. It was then that a dark swirl of shadow appeared and a somber dirge began to play. Andress’ eyes became wide with fear and rage as she beheld the form of Ayden materialize out of the shadows. The priest looked different than the others remembered him, having seen him swallowed up by Broddy’s tome not that long ago. The man looked older somehow, Five, ten years or more, they could not tell. He looked grizzled, hard… cold. His chin rested on a wicked looking violin as he played a sinister song. “No!” shrieked Andress. “This cannot be! She would not interfere!” The distraction was all that was needed, at least it appeared to be so anyway, as Sielwoodan’s arrow pierced the high priestesses’ heart. With the priestess dead the creature itself fell not long after and Chastity’s soul had been saved. At least that’s what the companions had hoped. While they had been successful in extracting her soul from the creature and returning it to Chastity’s body, that soul was forever scarred by the experience. The girl meandered around for weeks, a hollow look in her eyes, never saying a word. It was those haunting eyes they generally remembered when they thought back on how they found her, one short month after her “rescue,” dead in a corner of her room, eyes gouged out; an obvious suicide.It was this that tore them apart. No one was the same anymore after that. Calenthang was growing darker and more morbid by the week; growing restless at the lack of drow to slay. To say that Ayden’s relationship with Broddy was tense was an understatement and the priest-dirge refused to explain his mysterious reappearance or his new aura. The party decided to go their own way shortly after but forces beyond their control have brought them back within close proximity of each other, within proximity of a great event; a great evil. Will they be able to rejoin and co-exist with each other in order to stop it?Lolth has fallen silent. Each midnight, the priestesses in their darkened chambers send their pleas to the Demonweb Pits, but they receive no answer. They gain no spells. They hear no reassurances that Lolth has not abandoned them, still watches over them, or even remains alive.</blockquote>

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