A Second Wind And A New Crown

[Luchian 214]

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A Second Wind and A New Crown

Prophet Balin

 

The departure of one of our ranks reached my ear yester Malin’s day. Whilst tending to the Ichor Farms, Korvan approached me on the slopes. He spoke of Wrothgar’s predecessor, Sprat, the now missing sole Pariah of the also missing Chancellor and relayed to me that the horned boy had fallen into the grips of the afterdeath. Iblees was dissatisfied to reach news of the “youngling”’s slipping and following with Korvan’s debriefing I set out with the instruction for my Sect to extract the boy from his seal and to return him to Drauchreich’s heart, in the Throne. I summoned two of my Inquisitors and we made our way from the Nether, headed towards where Korvan believed the fiend to linger.

 

After disguising ourselves as musky peasants and traveling merchants, the three of us came upon the demon’s old graveyard beside the cliffside that harbored Nerezza. The stonemolder formed a shovel of pale crystal and dug away at where we believed the child to lie. After two days, the hole encompassed the urn which what we assumed hosted the hellion. Our excavator unscrewed the cap which housed the second cowl to the jar and then lifted the gloomy sculpture of the boy. We found him dunked and drowned in some jet liquid. I assume it to be Mephitic Ichor, although Wrothgar only made so much, unless the boy was taught its process as well. What perplexed us more than the child’s situation was his condition: Korvan nor I know why, but once we exhumed the demon we found his hair had wilted from its vibrant turquoise / teal to a dreary shade of mauve. As well, the child’s flesh had paled to a papery white. Disregarding the aesthetic alterations, one of the Inquisitors departed with the fiend to Drauchreim while the second and I headed to Kal’Agnar to quell brewing hostilities.

 

Once I returned to the capital, trailed by two bound men and a chained woman -- a knight, a lumberjack, and a seamstress respectively, and headed from the tower to the Throne. I came to the heart, the three nearly melted to what they truly are; putrid flesh sacks of goo and festering disease by then by the taint of our home, and quickly got to work with Korvan. Refer to the text on lichdom for understanding the process Korvan and I used for returning the boy; we crafted a great catalyst to store the late child’s Mind and Soul. It’s an interesting prospect, for the  only Pariah among Wrothgar’s brood and now Chancellor to bear such a great weakness. His permanent demise is upon an unsure horizon and with such lesser attunement to such a position his potential may be untapped or nonexistent.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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