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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1580925" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Eradiel, you can contact Cedric through your spymaster, she knows how to get in contact with everyone, or knows someone who does.  In the morning, after a delightful evening in the tub (followed by a longer session in the bed, and a quick one in the garden), you call for one of your more conservative carriages, as Devon gets into his more formal butler's uniform.  You cloak yourself in the illusion of a slightly-past-prime woman of noble breeding, conservatively dressed still in mourning black, her blond hair properly bound up and a veil across her face.**It takes you quite a while to get to the Honor's Shield, but you can see that it is fairly busy, with the poor waiting in line to have a priest tend to them.  You carriage is an oddity in this neighborhood, and people give way to your fine horses.  Devon will carefully help you out and walk you into the "office" part of the charity house.  After a moment of waiting, a pinch-faced older woman arrives to tend to you.*"I am Lady Felsadora, ma'am, how may I assit you?" she inquires.  While her bearing is correct, with the half-curtesy and bow of the head, her words lack the proper humility and her tone carries a bit of a bite.  Apparently she doesn't like being taken away from her work for any reason.~~~*Torr, Yill smiles broadly, revealing that all of his teeth have been filed down to razor sharpness.  It's like watching a shark smile, and with Yill's pale complexion and blue eyes, it's a rather unsettling sight.*"Oh the Butterfly likes Ralam.  If he wouldn't be cursed he'd be the sanest of us lot, and that be true amongst truth.  But even crazy-go-buggo he's got his uses, same as you when you're in a mood, I might suspsect," Yill says, in high good humor, and then waves his hand at you.  "You be off, I be suspecting you have a lady or three to tend to.  Torture can wait until morning... at least work-related torture."*With that less-than-reassuring explanation, Yill turns and walks straight through a wall.  Not through a door, through the wall itself, as if he were a ghost.*~~~*Ralam, you decide to skip the temple of Beshaba, but head over to the temple of Talona to see what they can do.  The pox-scarred priestess who sees you examines the curse and shakes her head.*"It looks like someone is already trying to deal with it, but it would take quite a while, and it prevents me from using my own mistresses divine blessings on it.  I know a course of poison that is effective against even the most powerful of curses, but it kills more than it cures.  I've seen one man out of a hundred desparate souls come out alive from it.  I can recomment little else though from my temple."*The priest from Boccob's temple says the same, though without talking about poison.  Whatever Sister Vel put on you, it is preventing others from trying to dispel her work or the curse it's working on.  The ones at Loviatar's temple don't have a magical solution either, but they claim that submitting to the Lash of Loviatar, one of their rituals, is quite good at focusing the mind past all distractions.**But at the temple of Wee Jas, the priestess says something different.*"I can life your curse, and the so-called 'cure' that's working on it, but it will cost you, as it is a powerful curse," she says.  "My Lady requires obediance to work her will.  So you will swear your soul over to my goddess, or languish in your own little hell."*After that, there's really no other priest you can talk to, unless you want to go to those that would be dangerous for one in your profession; Pelor, Heironeous, Tymora, or even the underground church of Hoar.**Frustrated, you return home, a hundred different possiblities running through you mind.  And running right next to them is the black-haired poisonous beauty of your dreams.  Her laughter echoes down the streets in your mind, and she dominates your mind's eye as you contemplate the curse.  There's nothing more you could wish for than to teach that laughing little minx a lesson.  And as you turn the corner into your bedroom, you have your chance.  She is standing there, next to you bed, smiling her poisonous, malicious little smile at you.**With a roar of animal rage you charge her and knock her on the bed, ripping away her garments as you try to strike that terrible smile off her face.  You force yourself on her, trying to grind her into submission with your fists and your body, driven to higher heights of fury and she just keeps smiling and urging you on.  You finally roll off her, exhausted, and then look back at her, only to see Renna, her face battered to pulp, blood liberally staining the sheets around her.*~~~  *At shortly after half-past noon, the carriage trundles into the square, the driver looking positively green.  Just as it passes the fountain, the man, suddenly clutches his stomach, stops the horses, and dives off the carriage into an alley, where you can hear the sounds of him being retchedly ill.  Smiling at the simplicity of it all, you go and lock both doors of the carriage with two swift motions, leap into the driver's seat and cluck to the horses.  It takes you a couple of hours to get to the edge of the city, and after the two priests start complaining and then finally panicking about being locked in, you pull into a secluded side street, pull open the door, and bludgeon both men into silence.**Resuming your ride, you arrive back at your den just before nightfall, and take both unconcious bodies into your home, bind them, and wait for them to wake up so the fun can begin.*</blockquote>

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