Meliar Aructus's page

Well that explains it, Thinks an obscured observer to himself from somewhere around the corner of the warehouse.

will save: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

"Savages," he snarls, under his breath but not so carefully that the high priest can't hear it if he tries.

"What do you know about it, slip!" the man snaps. Then more slyly he says, "You're all strangers here, aren't you?"

"So uh, what crime did he commit?" Aquavius wonders. "You know, the thing he did five years ago. Must be pretty bad if you need to do this every day."

"He can't die enough for the lives he's taken...." His words trail off.

"Sumthin's not right with this stiff man! look! its clothes are ragged but the flesh ain't goin'! We're tryin' to take a look at what's goin' on here. Did you put that man up there? what was the man's crime, if ye don't mind me askin'?"

"Look somewhere else then! I'm Meliar Aructus, former high priest of this town, and this wretched bit of filth is the former governor, Gracchian Tauranor. I mount the Traitor's Hook every day at dawn with the blessing of my lord, Asmodeus. And every dawn now for five years the Lord of Law has granted me the power to raise this diseased canker from the dead again just so we both can watch him hang once more!" Meliar practically spits the words.

"BY THE LORD OF LAW DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT ROTTING CORPSE!" shouts a man storming out of one of the warehouses. All the locals beat a hasty retreat back inside as the burly, red-faced old man rushes toward Blowfish.

"WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, MAN!?"