OOC to Nephtys:
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They were on the other side of the town, but that was about a half mile away at best. This is not a large city, and even the old capital pales in comparison to a place such as a Tallione city. Therefore they were only about eight or so minutes away by foot and I wanted to make it easy for you to follow them closely if interested. I just wanted to give your character options.
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Silas, Dartis, and Caramip follow the strange man, climbing over a low section of rubble from a collapsed city wall and towards the river. There they pass some of the citizens and Tallione soldiers, but a cold shiver passes over the trio as they walk past and smell the scent of decay on the people and watch as they stare back at the adventurers in unmoving silence. The robed figure opens the door to a small building with a single room and table, which looks as if it was once used as a mess hall for fishermen of the city and the door closes behind the man and the three.
Barok
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You watch as they disappear into the building, then go and check on some nearby alleys until you find an individual with the smell of death clinging on him. He is dressed in the clothes of a Dorinthian, and you look around to make sure no one is around before plunging your short sword into his back. Dark yellow ichor spills from the wound, and the creature stumbles and makes a hissing noise before slowly turning towards you with white eyes. It groans and raises both arms as if to pummel you, although you are able to strike quickly and accurately with both blades and fell it with cuts to the heart and under the armpit. The creature falls dead in a pool of dark blood, but in your estimation it is slower than a normal human, yet faster, harder to kill, though from the harm you did at first they seem subjectable to a sneak attack. The bodies also seem to be covered by strange yellow spores, like a thick pollen.
In case you feel like thieving, there does seem to be a somewhat richer estate further down the alley.
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Caramip, Silas, and Dartis
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The man lights a lantern in the corner of the room and beckons you to sit. Your faces are illuminated as you do so and he takes a frightened step backwards before relaxing and chuckling to himself. "The fates are strange indeed," he says with a louder and somewhat unstable laugh. He removes his mask, revealing a partly melted face and one cloudy eye. This man may have been handsome once, but no longer. It is Rufus Nefius, the Imperial priest that you had fought and run off much earlier. He raises a hand when he sees your alarm and says, "Please, I mean you no harm. I thought of nothing but your deaths for so long, but now I see that you were tools to guide me towards my new faith. Thank you. If it weren't for you I would never have found the welcoming arms of Festios, and been allowed to rule this conquered city of Festios' subjects. You must have many questions. Please, ask. It has been long since I've been blessed with intelligent company." So saying he takes out a few trail rations, several dirty mugs, and an old bottle of unopened Dorinthian wine.
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