Jarex bows his head for Longacre's priest of Asmodeus. Having spent many sermons in his presence, the tielfing has learned to fear and respect Lazzero Dalvera.
Meridian also makes the appropriate reverence to the Priest.
"I'll be waiting in my chambers, one of my acolytes in training will escort you. Don't be long." Lazzero says without emotion and leaves.
Watching and waiting for Lazzero Dalvera walk out, Jerax chimes in, "I remember those bye-gone days, when my most pressing matter was deciding which low-quality ale to get completely smashed with."
The towering tiefling sighs, "Sometimes I miss those uneventful days. Yeesh!!"
Meridian smiles at Jerax, her eyes half lidded and an amused and somewhat wanton smile on her lips, "Do you miss them so much? Perhaps I shall have to remind you of the .. pleasures .. with which you can drown the nostalgia."
With a wink at Jerax, she turns back to the doctor, "Now, doctor, if you will please come with us. You have broken the law, and though your cooperation will cound heavily in your favor, there is still the question of the Archbaron's judgement. Until he has delivered it, you will rest in the jail. Ileosa, Izrail, will you please bring the slave?"
Provided that the prisoners are still cooperative, Meridian will lead the group back to the jail.
As the group walked to the jail, Jerax sidled next to Meridian. Bending down to whisper in her ear, The tall tiefling said, "You were right earlier. My life has been..severely enhanced by your presence. And I'm thankful to Asmodeus for that. I hope to show my appreciation later."
Pulling away, Jerax plants a kiss on Meridan's cheek.
The doctor seems utterly defeated as she and the small gnome are bound and brought to the sheriff. Sherrif Folken greets you. He is still recovering from his battle with the twins.
"How can I be of service to you? Thank you again for coming to my aid."
Sir Folken look, we brought another one! Oh yeah and we met the high priest. It was awesome. I feel a bit foolish cause I didn't know what to say to him. I wanted to say something but when I opened my mouth nothing came out.....
Margaletta, previously quiet for some time, attempts to speak to the sheriff outside of the prisoners' earshot. "The doctor was aiding the Bellflower Network. But he is a citizen of some standing, and has apologized for his associations. The gnome, on the other hand, is an escaped slave. We've been advised to deliver him to his master alive, but other than that, I would like to participate in the interrogations."
"Of Course Sister Margaletta, your assistance is welcomed. Would you like to begin now?"
Margaletta frowns. "I'll be back later, without the others and their... surprisingly troublesome politics. Just keep a few fingers alive for me."
"That is because, my dear Kirk, you are well aware of your place." Ileosa said as she gently patted Kirk upon the top of his head.
"Allow me to know when you are finished with the gnome please." Ileosa requested. "I shall return them to Lazzero, some time to speak with my old mentor would be welcomed." She explained with a smile.
"That is because, my dear Kirk, you are well aware of your place." Ileosa said as she gently patted Kirk upon the top of his head.
"Allow me to know when you are finished with the gnome please." Ileosa requested. "I shall return them to Lazzero, some time to speak with my old mentor would be welcomed." She explained with a smile.
The tall tiefling questions his human friend, "Illeosa, do you need some moral support? I'll go with you to meet Lazzero Dalvera, if you want."
Ileosa offers her old friend a smile. "Jerax if you wish to accompany me to see Lazzero I will not turn you away." She answered with a nod. "I am sure you'll want to say hello as well hmm?" She asked, her smile still upon her lips.
Jerax flashes Illeosa a nervous smile back at his friend.
When Sister Margaletta is done, Pollyana is crying in the corner of her cell. She flinches at anyone that approaches her and in sheer terror screams. What ever was done has left a lasting impression.
Looking down at the wreck of a former gnome, Jerax questions, "I wonder if she'll bleach before our eyes?"
"I didn't get much information from the gnome," Margaletta informs the group, "Because she didn't know much. Too dumb to be telling any lies, though. The Bellflowers didn't trust her with much, just the location of the pamphleteers."
"Does this mean you are finish with the gnome?" Ileosa asked Margalette when she finished giving them what information she got. "And I can return her to her master?"
"Yeah."
At this, Jerax quickly removes his backpack, rumming through it, to find his new Asmodeus tabard and puts it on.
Noticing how everyone is watching him, the tall tiefling questions, "What?"
When you arrive a the Temple of Asmodeus with the Gnome in tow, she squirms a little, but she is still weakened from her ordeals. An acolyte answers the door and brings you to a back room where Lazzero is facing an altar. The smell of incense is strong and there are bones strewn across the altar.
"So you have returned as you said you would, Ileosa. I never doubted. Your loyalty to Asmodeus was apparent from the day you were born. I see Jerax remains your companion, and I heard you are now and Arvanxi. All is as it should be. Take the gnome as a wedding gift. She is no longer of use." Lazzero says as he stands and looks over the party.
Holy Hell, He knows my name!!!
Looking around the room, Jerax is impressed.
Wow! I've never been back in the sanctum before!
"You know I always keep my word Lazzero." Ileosa said as she smiled. "Of course Jerax is still my companion, that will never change." She informed him. When he gave her the gnome she looked down to the woman, grabbing her by the chin and making her look up at her new mistress. "What is your name?" She asked.
"I am Pollyana Snizzlepot." The gnome says trembling. She dares not even look in Lazzero's direction.
"You might want to remove one of her feet. That might keep her from running." Lazzero says coldly without looking up from his seat.
As you are standing around waiting for Ileosa to return, you realize the streets are becoming a lot emptier lately.
Margaletta tries to read the notice.
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Intrigued by the child and pamphlet, Izrail walks with Margaletta, but instead of reading the notice the would-be knight engage in conversation with the child.
Removing his helmet, Izrail smiles at the child "Hello there, little one. Can you help me? I can see the streets are emptying, and you were reading that paper. Would you please help me understand everything?"
The notice is one of the pamphlets you confiscated from the Doctor heralding the arrival of the angel knight.
The child looks up smiling at Izrail "Its one of Caswella's drawings. I like how she draws." The child says.
The child's mother calls for him and he calls out "Over here mom, look a real life Hellknight!" The child says pointing at Izrail.
Meridian squats down near the child, "And who is Caswella, young one? She does have a remarkable talent for drawing."
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"A middle aged halfling, working for the Gield Family as a stocker. She draws well... but the content of her drawings disturbs me. We should pay her a visit." Izrail then turns to the child and says as he pets his head "You should return to your mother, least she worries. Grow strong little one, you are the future of Cheliax."
"You might want to remove one of her feet. That might keep her from running." Lazzero says coldly without looking up from his seat.
"This one might need liberal charm spells to be viable", says Jerax looking to his human friend.
Ileosas' birthmark glowed slightly as she held the gnome's face in her hand. "Pollyana, I am Ileosa Arvanxi. You belong to me know. Listen to the orders you are given, do not try to run, and you will live a rather... conformable life. For a slave." She informed her. "If you do not believe my words, ask my personal slave Kirk. Who you will answer to if I, or my Lord Husband, isn't around." She told her as she let go of her face. and looked to Jerax. "Maybe Kirk can speak with her. I'd hate to waist magic."
Finding some nerve, the tiefling poses a question to Lazzero Dalvera. "Your Grace, what are your thoughts on this Glorious
Reclamation-business?"
"We could visit Caswella," Margaletta agrees with Izrail, "But be ready to signal the others. It seems as though there's something else going on, and it could turn bad soon."
Caswella. I know of this Halfling. We have not met, yet. Right, to the Gield family store. Lead the way Master Izrail.