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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 3968445" data-attributes="member: 34958">Barok[sblock]You walk towards the mansion, which looks strangely unoccupied.  Carefully, you walk up into the building's foyer.  This looks to have once belonged to a martial family, for it has a somewhat Spartan appearance with decorations of brass and granite versus silver, gold, and marble.  You sigh in disappointment and walk into the next room, which is a large hall.  It's dark, so you light several of the nearby candles.  The hall itself looks as if it hasn't been used in some weeks and a thin layer of dust sits over the furnishings.  The candle holders themselves look to be made of silver and are likely somewhat valuable.  You count a dozen of them throughout the hall.  Large portraits of some noble family in line the walls, and the faces look familiar somehow.  They all wear armor and many pose with weapons.  Two suits of armor holding swords are on either side of a stairway leading up, but these look to be replicas and not valuable.  Four banners with the crest of the noble family line the walls and are finely woven and may be worth something, but you doubt you could fit more than one in your backpack.  Besides the stairs up, there are also doors to the south from whence you came, and also two to the east and two to the west.[/sblock]Silas, Caramip, and Dartis[sblock]Nefius warms up to the subject.  "Well, I have to admit that the last few months have not been pleasant.  I was not welcomed by either the Dorinthians or by the Imperials who had come into contact with my former comrades.  For a short while I even began to question my fate in Oberius.  But I should never have doubted the power of my God and the faith he still had in me.  In my dreams I was told that a great change was to come to the city of Tallione, and that the Triumvirate of Oberius, Festios, and Cryon were to reshape the Empire into something of their own choosing.  I was to be given to Festios in some sort of trade between the gods, as the god of nature and decay needed an agent to head this outpost of his new people.  At first I thought this dream a symptom of some kind of madness... can you believe it?  But I began to worship Festios anyway, learning his dark secrets in the seclusion of the nearby woods.  That's when I began to watch as the citizens and soldiers of this place began to seem sick and fall one by one.  I came to the city then, unhindered and began to preach the word of Festios.  Unfortunately, I did not make any converts.  I failed in a sense, but those that at least seemed somewhat interested in my teachings rose only a few days after their deaths as nearly mindless servants.  I could feel their presence in my mind and after using them to clean up many of the remaining corpses, I am now content to rule this city with my remaining servants and wait for the next command of my gods.  If only those poor people had listened to my preaching and converted to the faith of Festios than they would have survived, for my own faith allowed me to avoid the sweeping sickness and even gave me the ability to command the fallen half-faithful.  Of course, I myself did not go unchanged.  Who could when touched by the gods?"  So saying he parts his robe to reveal a bare shoulder with a dark tinge, as if made from bark.  He looks at you hopefully and advises, "I'm hoping that not all the remaining people who have yet to hear of Festios' words will be unwilling to convert.  The obediance that Oberius demands, the embrace of nature that Festios desires, and the departure from civilization that Cryon insists upon... these three gods have found a way to gather their resources and work together towards a common goal.  What other gods could say the same?"[/sblock]</blockquote>

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