The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI

[Velmont]

"Are you somehow special in any way, that the result of you becoming charmed should matter more than any of the others, in addition or not? Does your goddess not appreciate humility in her worshippers, or does she prefer those full of self-importance?"

After that comment, Sielwoodan cannot hide a smile on his face.

He continue to listen, but doesn't seems at all disturb by the revelation that the festival was a way to offer sacrifice.

A mother who protects her cubs. Sacrificing a few persons every few years is better than a whole village. But she should have ask for help instead to wait for the destiny to do it for her.

 

[Majin]

The Doratar waves her hands with a slight smile. "Please Sarlis, I am not a Lady or Queen, simply a justiciar for my tribe. Doratar will do fine. As for your concern about the hag's incentive to accept our deal, it was all rather logical. She retained a safe haven beneath the ground in which to return for sacrifices with little risk to herself. She agreed to leave my people out of the whole thing as long as we kept holding the festival,"

Her face, barely a cool smile before, now hardens as she adds, "The deal was acceptable to us. My people mean more to me than any other. I do what I must to protect them," she says, matter-of-factly.

 

[Velmont]

"I understand your reaction, and even if it is not accepted by all here, I would tell that was wise, but even after having done your deal with the hag, why havn't you ask for some help from the outside? I think in front of that situation, many of our brothers would have come to help you. At worst, you could have paid some humans mercenaries to do that dirty job. Why have waited after the nature to do the job to bring you the ones who would get rid of that thorn in your foot?"

 

[Majin]

Aeleth nods at what the ranger has to say, waiting to answer as she slowly walks the short distance to her chair, picking up the lute from it and sitting down. "In the beginning we did so. Some of our best warriors fell to her before we gave in and presented her with the deal that we are speaking of now. As for hiring outsiders to do the job, we wouldn't think of it. We are a proud people, and it pains me to see that Malifustal succumbed to those not of my tribe. Perhaps we should have tried harder, but I could not bear to have another of my own die."

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang's brows furrow as it dawns on him that the Hag was allowed to hole-up in the cavern. He clenches his fists to avoid an outburst as the Doratar admits to making a sacrificial deal with the demon.
What lawlessness have my brethren come to!?!
He looks to Ayden to express his anger through diplomatic means.
That was until the Doratar so grudgingly accepted the Hag's disposal by others besides her people.
"Your people are weak!" he spits, clenching and unclenching his fists. He turns from the Doratar and walks back the way he came, back to the fair.

 

[Majin]

Aeleth watches in silence as Calenthang storms from the audience hall. She then looks back to the others and speaks, "Your companion's reaction is to be expected. I would not expect one not of our tribe, even another wood elf, to understand the decision that was made. I don't ask for your forgiveness or understanding. I simply wish to thank you for ending the hag's hold over us. The reward is still yours if you wish it."

 

[Verbatim]

Ayden's mind swam with the admittance of allowing a creature of darkness to claim innocent lives simply to protect their own. He felt rage building inside of him and with a voice that began to quiver from his frustrations, Ayden gazed once more upon the Doratar.

"Had I known of this act, I would have never promised to keep silent, but I am a man of my word. You may feel that the ends justify the means and perhaps it was easier to see those who were not elves perish, but the truth is that their blood is not on the hag's hands, but on yours Doratar. For the coins you offer us, you could have contacted a church to any god and had them come and cleanse the dark place for you, and your people would have been seen not as weak, but as the victims that they were. Only when you placed your pride over your soul did you became weak."

Ayden turned his back to the Doratar and began walking towards the door, but paused and turned back one last time to look upon the elvish woman's face.

"I can not understand your actions, nor am I able to give you absolution for the sins you have committed following what you felt was right, but I will give you one thing Doratar. I will give you my pity, and when others from my temple come to examine the dark church the hag dwelled in, as I am not to proud to admit that my knowlege was not vast enough to recall something they might have taught me, they also will offer you their pity. Dwell upon that fact while you take your reverie, as I know I will dwell upon it in my prayers tonight, and for as long as I live."

Turning back around, Ayden pulled open the door and left his companions alone with the Doratar and as gazed upon the facade that was the fair, he felt angry tears begin to flow from his eyes.

~So much death Uncle..all caused by pride...thank you for teaching me this lesson, but at what cost did the lesson come by...~

Spotting Calenthang, Ayden ran to his friend and placed his hand on the elvish warrior's shoulder.

"I am sorry my friend...I am sorry for all of this..."

 

[DarkMaster]

Sarlis looks at the elf with pity. He now doesn't have any respect for those elven creature who bowed so easily to the will of the evil creature.

Who didn't have the conviction and will power to protect themselves and others from the forces of evil.

"At least the hag was evil by nature, but these elves are evil by choice, and lack of confidence in themselves. Looking at the other reaction, I doubt they would follow me if I would bring justice here."

He notices the rage in the eyes of the elven warrior and prepares to act. "Let's heat up the tension here"

Then noticing that he leaves the room before anything could be done.

He then shouts at the elven warrior "My friend, us 8, did what the entire village has been trying to do unsuccesfully for years.

I don't understand your lack of confidence in yourself. Why are you walking away when you are obviously the strongest warrior around. You could handle by yourself the village garrison, and still you walk away.

"And you Sielwoodan, are you simply going to let them buy your conscience with a few Platinum pieces. We are talking about innocent life getting destroyed to save a few weak soul devoited of any pride and valor, ready to sell their soul to any demon for a few more years here. Humanoid spirits shouldn't be so lame, How good is your life if you are a slave of evil. I'd rather die honorably than live in shame for the rest of my life.

He turns towards the elven maiden.
"You can keep your gold lady. We are not interested in your dirty money, dirty by the blood of innocent slaugthered to protect your miserable village. My friend and I will make sure that justice is made here, and that the responsible of those horrible murders are appropriatly punished.

He looks at the elven lady with extremely determined eyes.

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Hopefully someone else is not completly devoided of moral and just don't simply get their conscience bough
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[Majin]

Doratar Terellia gets up quickly from her chair, dropping her lute to the floor. The leopards around her stir at the commotion, ready to protect her if things turn ugly. The guards in the room move to her side, and a dozen more seem to come from almost out of nowhere from various positions of the chamber.

"It is your decision to refuse the reward if you would not accept it," she says, from behind her guards. "But I would ask you to leave our festival quietly if you foster thoughts of violence towards us. Our patrons are safe now with Malifustal gone, that I am still grateful for. We will continue to hold our festival each year regardless until a day that it attracts no more visitors. It does not sustain us, so do not think that you might deal a crippling blow to me or my people by harrassing the fairgoers in any way. As far as I am concerned this meeting is finished," she states calmly, her voice confident.

 

[DarkMaster]

"Harrassing the fairgoers? I my name is not Doratar. Adds Sarlis with a provocative smile.

"I am only interested in making sure that justice is done, that the lives of the thousands of innocent you slaugthered to protect your miserable puny lives aren't simply forgotten.