Oren & Dist
The man stared at Dist, though without showing any signs of curiosity or intrigue, like he’d been told to expect it.
"Now will you take me to your boss?"
The man nodded, turning to Oren’s left he led the pair off the road and into the trees, following a small path, the bowmen followed behind, though their footsteps could barely be heard.
As they progressed along the track the faint sounds of a harp could be heard, the music grew louder, they were heading towards it. The tune was unknown to both, although they could tell from its melody that it came from somewhere in the north.
Eventually the path widened out into a circular clearing a good twenty feet wide. In the centre of the clearing was a reasonably large circular tent, resembling an Eastern yurt, from within which the music came.
Standing around the clearing were ten men, all dressed in grey hooded robes, holding spears and circular wooden shields with no boss.
“My boss is in there, as are your answers, go straight in.” Said the man, who had stopped and was now gesturing towards the open tent flap.
Sir Krane
The librarian watched with interest as both the pendant and book was shown to him.
“Well, those are very interesting artifacts, wherever did you find those?” Muttered the monk. “May I?” He asked, gesturing towards the pendant. Leo passed the pendant over, and the librarian studied it with curiosity.
“My, my, this has to be hundreds of years old…yet it shines like it was new, but it couldn’t be…” He muttered.
“Can you tell us what it is?” Asked Leo impatiently.
The librarian looked up. “Why yes young man, this is a Drydkel, the holy symbol used by the Brystkel-Luchper cult back in the 7th century. They worshipped the god Ryk, and their religion was based around pain. They achieved considerable dominance at one point, taking control of two kingdoms. Of course eventually they fell due to infighting and the efforts of the Marrwrorian and Jimvorian Inquisitions.” He paused. “Wait…if you’ve only just found this, then…no, that’s impossible of course.” He flashed a weary smile, handing the pendant back.
“Now, the book…” Crux passed the book over, and the librarian scrutinised it. After a short while he looked up, “I am afraid this is out of my depth, I am assuming that this is connected to the Drydkel pendant, and thus is beyond the depths of my knowledge. I can however, take you to someone who might know. Follow me.”
Turning, the librarian moved through the shelves, muttering under his breath, slightly too quiet for any of the Inquisitors to hear.
He led them down several aisles, past monks who scurried back and forth, categorising, restoring and studying the great collection.
Soon the librarian stopped in front of one particular monk who was sorting through scrolls.
“Ah, Gretther, these Inquisitors want to know about this book, it’s connected somehow with the Brystkel, so I thought that you might be able to shed some light on the matter.”
“Of course.” Replied Gretther, who had a somewhat portly, smiling face, quite the contrary to what someone would assume to be an expert on a long-dead cult of sadists.
Gretther took hold of the book and studied it, focusing on the metal clasp. “Fascinating…I’ve read about these but never thought I’d see one in perfect condition…” He muttered. “Was there a Drydkel found alongside it, in a locked and booby-trapped box of some kind?”
Daniel & Raerrith
Raerrith listened with interest at Daniel’s results, however he suddenly turned white at the revelation that the information had come with a price.
"Also, the price for this information was the souls of 20 noble children. I didn’t know this until after the questioning was complete. The Resurrector is still in the dungeon. I would like permission to arrest him for killing 20 nobles.”
“What? Twenty nobles?” Raerrith balked, he turned away and began to pace, running his fingers through his greying hair.
After a few seconds he turned back. “Keep this secret, do not tell anyone, if the King finds out we’ll all be executed for treason…the murder of twenty nobles…twenty…”
“How do you know he’ll kill them?” Rasped The Scourge’s from the shadows, she was standing by the door, watching them.
“What?” Said Raerrith.
“How do you know he’ll kill them?”
The High Inquisitor moved to face the Extractor of Truths. “What else will he do?” He exclaimed. “This is YOUR fault, how could you let him do that?”
“I didn’t.”
Raerrith laughed. “I’m not stupid, of course yo-“
“You did.”
The High Inquisitor stopped, and looked at The Scourge, waiting for whatever came next.
“I told you about The Resurrector, I said there would be a price, but before I could tell you what that price was, you authorised me to do it, regardless of the price. Whatever happens to them is down to you.”
Raerrith stood stock silent, eyes fixed on The Scourge, bearing a mixed expression of fear, anger and surprise.