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Rictavio's Room
"I don't require any help. I'll be around this evening to talk. Hopefully everything will go well for you and your friend," the half elf said, and let the tiefling leave the room. He stared after the warlock for a moment as she bounced down the stairs, then grunted and closed his door, locking it from the inside.
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Taproom
Ireena gasped at Vita's sudden appearance and her revelation.
"Infected by the wolves? That is terrible if it's true. We should seek a priest as soon as possible." The noble woman stood up from her table and placed down some coin to pay for the meal.
"The church of St. Andral, I think I heard that it was at the western edge of town."
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The Church of St. Andral
Yari Darkbane sat up from a dark dream - a dream with her father, his face contorted in anger and pain, the way he had looked just before the blade had pierced his chest. It had missed his heart, she believed, but not by much. In the dream she saw other faces - demons - who rose up with fangs and long tongues, drooling as they came near to her.
"Yari... Yari..." the demons whispered in her dreams. "Daughter of the Serpent... we will have your body, and drink your soul!"
Her eyes opened, and she was in the Church of St. Andral, and the demons were gone, for now.
It had been three days since she had arrived at this place. Father Lucian had allowed her to stay free of charge in one of the small offices. It was odd calling the man "father" as Lucian was not much older than she was, but it was apparently an honorific in the customs of this land and his faith. Lucian was priest to the entire city of Vallaki, and his church was relatively small, holding only 20 people at a time at maximum capacity. As such, he made many small services, one each night and two on the weekend days. He was assisted by Yeska, the small 10 year old boy, who had been orphaned by a wolf attack several years ago. Another, older and brawnier boy named Milovij, works as a gravedigger on the church grounds and wears a perpetual scowl.
The town had been a mixed experience for Yari. Although some people seemed nice enough, the whole place had a tension about it, mostly coming from the bizarre nature of Baron Vallakovich's requests for constant festivals every week. When seen in public, the Baron would often proclaim "All will be well!" to the people, in spite of the fact that the undead still roamed outside their gates and the wolves still attacked those who did not know how to defend themselves (and even many who did.) The Baron's most recent festival had been the wolf's head jambouree, which had occurred the day before Yari had arrived. The whole town was required to show up in the town square and place rotting wolf heads on pikes. The smell and the gore was appalling, and many had become sick from the sight of the wolves in the days that followed. It was unwise to speak out agaist the festival, however. Izek Strazni, the captain of the town guard, arrested anyone who spoke ill of the Baron or his festivals. Father Lucian had done his best so far to prevent Yari from antagonising the guards by herself, but as someone who sought justice, the sight had bothered Yari quite a bit.
"I don't require any help. I'll be around this evening to talk. Hopefully everything will go well for you and your friend," the half elf said, and let the tiefling leave the room. He stared after the warlock for a moment as she bounced down the stairs, then grunted and closed his door, locking it from the inside.
---
Taproom
Ireena gasped at Vita's sudden appearance and her revelation.
"Infected by the wolves? That is terrible if it's true. We should seek a priest as soon as possible." The noble woman stood up from her table and placed down some coin to pay for the meal.
"The church of St. Andral, I think I heard that it was at the western edge of town."
---
The Church of St. Andral
Yari Darkbane sat up from a dark dream - a dream with her father, his face contorted in anger and pain, the way he had looked just before the blade had pierced his chest. It had missed his heart, she believed, but not by much. In the dream she saw other faces - demons - who rose up with fangs and long tongues, drooling as they came near to her.
"Yari... Yari..." the demons whispered in her dreams. "Daughter of the Serpent... we will have your body, and drink your soul!"
Her eyes opened, and she was in the Church of St. Andral, and the demons were gone, for now.
It had been three days since she had arrived at this place. Father Lucian had allowed her to stay free of charge in one of the small offices. It was odd calling the man "father" as Lucian was not much older than she was, but it was apparently an honorific in the customs of this land and his faith. Lucian was priest to the entire city of Vallaki, and his church was relatively small, holding only 20 people at a time at maximum capacity. As such, he made many small services, one each night and two on the weekend days. He was assisted by Yeska, the small 10 year old boy, who had been orphaned by a wolf attack several years ago. Another, older and brawnier boy named Milovij, works as a gravedigger on the church grounds and wears a perpetual scowl.
The town had been a mixed experience for Yari. Although some people seemed nice enough, the whole place had a tension about it, mostly coming from the bizarre nature of Baron Vallakovich's requests for constant festivals every week. When seen in public, the Baron would often proclaim "All will be well!" to the people, in spite of the fact that the undead still roamed outside their gates and the wolves still attacked those who did not know how to defend themselves (and even many who did.) The Baron's most recent festival had been the wolf's head jambouree, which had occurred the day before Yari had arrived. The whole town was required to show up in the town square and place rotting wolf heads on pikes. The smell and the gore was appalling, and many had become sick from the sight of the wolves in the days that followed. It was unwise to speak out agaist the festival, however. Izek Strazni, the captain of the town guard, arrested anyone who spoke ill of the Baron or his festivals. Father Lucian had done his best so far to prevent Yari from antagonising the guards by herself, but as someone who sought justice, the sight had bothered Yari quite a bit.