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"Now, creature, you have to now that you are doomed if you go against the chosen of Asmodeus?"
Nathaniel seems to be no longer absent minded. He stops thinking about the black horse and goes after the wolf, ready with his spells.
"I claim the symbol of the whore goddess for myself. I don't care for the rest. Do with it what you will - but I would like to adopt that horse. He killed those goblins that captured me and I owe the horse a debt."
"Yes, that's it, Killer..."
Nathaniel reaches into his handy haversack and grabs an apple from his rations. "Here, Goblin-killer, here is the nice apple. You must be hungry after all that stomping. Come now, don't be shy. Would you like to become mine? I am no great ride, but I promise you that i will amend that. You and I will ride in Wild Hunt with hell hounds around us and imps above us and our enemies shall flee - but that will be futile, of course. Oh, we shall have so much fun together!"
"Hmm... what? Asmodeus, I hate dogs! First that flee bitten rug of a wolf and then... No matter. The whore is dead and I have avenged the insult done to my person." Nobleman stops for a moment to catch a breath and looks at a horse. "I say, I like what you did to the place. I always liked black horses. You look magnificent!"
Nathaniel drops his rapier and starts backing away, mumbling "Asmodeus, no... my mind... no..."
"Feel the power of my mind, b+~!+!", says the Chelaxian with a haughty expression.
"Because of me", answers Chelaxian. "Now, better tell me is there any more of you here!"
Nathaniel approaches dead brute and spits on him. "Stupid monster! I've wasted a spell on you!" Then he looks at the room behind the bugbear. "What do we have here..."
"Damn your eyes! Submit!"
"Stupid brute, are you sure that you know what you are doing?"
Nathaniel remains behind, ready to jump in with a spell.
"I must say, you look considerably better when you are not wearing fur."
"You do seem to be directionally challenged person..."
Ï have a handy haversack as well, if you have a need of more storage space."
"We are acquired taste."
Nathaniel looks at the field of battle and slain dogs, and then he walks towards the door with his rapier still in hand. "Perhaps these mutts were guarding something or someone?" he mutters to himself. "I wonder..."
"Flying dogs! What next? Cows with wings?"
"This dog is getting on my nerves. I always was a cat person. Stand still, Asmodeus damn you!"
"Alright then, I'll finish the mutt myself."
Spoiler: Can I move and put the sleeping hound more permanently to sleep?
"Will someone please kill that fleabag before it wakes?", asks Nathaniel drawing his rapier.
Nathaniel points a hand at a first hound and casts a spell of slumber: "Sleep, you mutt!"
Nathaniel moves to the back of the group, ready to cast a spell as soon as the door opens.
"Yes, embarking on a completely new venture does prove taxing. But I must say your assessment of the goblin is breath-takingly insightful, oh thrall of Thrune." "Yes, yes, delightfully cynical. Keep on trying. Eventually you'll get the hang of it. Now, I find these snake eyes strangely reminiscent of Lamashtu's get. Hmm..."
"Yes, I wonder why it failed to imbue you with a sense of judgement. You see fit to be insolent to those of us who are capable of overcoming goblins whereas you dramatically failed to do so. Of course, I may be mistaken. Perhaps you tied and gagged yourself and the miscreants simply found you and took advantage of your state. If so, forgive me for my erroneous assumption." "Which one? Now be quiet. I'm trying to think. This goblin looks rather strange."
Elvish: But of course.
To Inikai, in Varisian: Varisian: There are some advantages in classical education. You do know what education is, don't you?
"We had one of those where I grew up too. She was hell with a whip." "Ahh... quite. I suppose that you can say the same thing for my Majestrix as well", answers Nathaniel, speaking very slowly.
Seeing Muchorak and Ali stop, Romon does likewise. Guess we're not pursuing after all. He follows them back to the unopened (west?) door. Passing Nathaniel he says, "Thrune did you say your name was? Aren't they Chel wheels?" "I was adopted in the house. I bear no common blood with Majestrix. In fact, I am the only descendant of House Morai. Should I perish, my family name dies with me."
Nathaniel ignores the barbarian and follows the wolf. His formidable intellect was already devising suitable vengeance for both goblins and crude barbarians he was with.
"You have suffered some deep childhood trauma, haven't you? You do know what trauma means? No? Pity. Perhaps I'll introduce you to the meaning of word at some later date, when I finish with those goblins..." More louder. "I think that they haven't taken anything. Let's go. I thought that barbarian are strong and silent types. Asmodeus knows you all talk to much."
"When this is over, I just may get a new rug for my study... wolf pelt should do the job..." murmurs the aristocrat, before calling more loudly: "Wait, you fleabag! I must check if all of my equipment is still with me!"
"I have made my vow - and I intend to honor it. I think that you'll come to regret declining my generous offer of assistance. But no matter. If you know where the green bastards went, I'll be more than happy to follow you. Until they and their masters are dead, that is. And you, dog, stop growling. I can't wait to introduce you to some hell hounds that certain friends of mine keep..."
"Who would want servants like these, priest of Nethys? Methinks that it is not I who am in the wrong here. You are all blinded by your own prejudice against my nation. When you look at me you see devil armies of Baathor and fail to see a man in front of you. Is that what you call honor? How did you think to extract information from that women over there? Shall you cut here with knives and burn here with fire until she speaks? Or will you let me enchant her and reveal the truth? Tell me, you noble defenders of justice, whom do you trust more: a devil when his word is given, or a demon when he smiles in your face and tells you what you want to hear? Decide quickly - I grow weary of this."
"Asmodeus, give me patience! Listen, you mutt, I am not interested in harming your friend over there, but I very close to changing my mind! I just want to find out who in the Nine Hells ordered those green imbeciles to ambush me! It sure as Baator was not their idea!"
Nathaniel notices the aggressive posturing of the man in front of him and raises his eyebrow. "You forget yourself, barbarian. I am not your enemy - but I could be if you wish it so. It is up to you."
"Yes... I have noticed that you serve Nethys. I assume that the wolf is some kind of shapeshifter? Druid, perhaps? No matter. I have more pressing matters than introductions." Chelaxian walks towards the woman and gently touches her face. Looking straight into her eyes, he softly say: "Have they treated you wrongly, my dear? I am sure this is just a huge misunderstanding. After all, what can you expect from uncouth barbarians like them? Come now, don't be afraid. All will be well... jus look into my eyes..."
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