Rise

[Anbennar 2352]

Spoiler

 

 

[!] This fact shall be slowly revealed to those relevant

to the matter in time, you will know when.

 

RISE

"Look at me now, I'm perfect."

- Lord Pern 'the Shimmering' Pinemaw of Dunkeld

-x- Shortly before the torture of the Alban

 

 

First it started with a handshake, a contract, a deal. A Yellow-Cloaked Man and an entrepreneurial Mali. 

A task, a task done well; twenty letters! Services soon to be rendered.

A promise made to a friend, a promise to run off together. To lands south where the grass grows yellow.

A wrench in the plans, hatred from the 'fenn and the Yellow-Cloaked Man's demise.

A plot stalled, failed.

 

First it started with a handshake, a promise, a bid. A Pretender-Bishop and a desperate Mali. 

That one failed, the Warlock's demise heard. Two deals, two deaths. Will everyone who strike a deal die?

 

First it started with a letter. A letter to a Bishop, a request for clarification, a request for a prior contract to be finished.

It returned with confirmation, a date. An offer, an indulgence, a promise. An indulgence paid, a sin cleared. 

 

A letter to call, to a beautiful black basilica. Respect, a kneel, a bow, a command.

A back laid on a pentacle. A spreading flame, a terrible searing tormenting pain.

Screams, the feeling of your very soul being burned and shifted. A finished ritual, rest.

 

Doctor Elizar sílna Pinemaw is alive. Taelarios Sunwatcher was a facade. Out with the Sun, in with the flame. 

A Ninety-nine year plot concluded. A turbulent ending from a gentle beginning.