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!uGYNBMPzOs 10/07/10(Thu)02:29 No.12358147>>12358020 >>12358021 >>12358024 >3rd roll, each of your rolls. you gather up the three most senior, best equiped commanding looking prisoners to question, each of them seems to have been gifted with an amulet by their master, and their fellows look to them for direction.
"M-Master Sharash sent us here from our camp at the river bend... he gave us pendants he forged the night we split from the main army... said that "The Master" will protect us... but the amulets broke after we left the river-bottom." the first man says... then the 'broken' amulet flared black... and the man was no more.
You try you best to not be unnerved as the body flayed itself, screaming in pain and writhing in agony... decaying before it finished dying. "This sigil" you demand, throwing a chunk of wood with the icon emblazoned on it at the next prisoners feet.
The dwarf pisses himself, staring at his former comradde. "T-Taker this damned amulet off of me and I'll answer your questions... I SWEAR IT" you reach out with your sword and pluck it from the dwarves neck, dangling the arcane jewelry from the tip of the blade. "master of my masters sign" he mumbles before fainting dead away.
"I wonder if this will do the same thing if I throw it at you..." you ponder aloud, looking at the third captive you selected "Where were you headed?" you ask him blankly, setting the amulet to spinning on your sword.
The man trys to shy back, but several dwarves from the 65th hold him back "North... ruins, tunnels... I DONT WANT TO DIE!!! he screams, before freezing in place after his amulet flashes and desintigrates, the dwarves holding him draw back, as if burnt, before surging at each other in rage, the palms of their gloves blackened and cracked... it takes three men to restrain each of them.
>All you know of religion was that there were 10 gods, 5 benevolent and 5 malicious, that they were family by wedlock, then enemies by morals and divorce. |