Role

Chapter 5

Iltanthal shifted uncomfortably in the early morning hours. He wanted to try
to get back to sleep. After so many years of nightmares, he rather enjoyed
getting a good night's sleep.

Sitting up, he shrugged. It wasn't going to happen. His rear end hurt. Still.
There was no physical problem, many Fortress healers and paladins had made
very certain of that. No, it was all mental. But how do you forget the tearing
pain of a bull's...anatomy...being roughly inserted into an orifice that should
be exit-only?

The mission had been a very successful failure. Or a miserable failure of a
success, depending on how one viewed it. The call had gone out - Tubnic, a
silly gnome, had drawn a bad card from the Deck of Fate, and was trapped in
the dreaded Inferno. It was the perfect opportunity for Iltanthal to do
right by a gnome, and perhaps help feel better about himself.

Iltanthal successfully bargained with Minos (Sin 1). The deal was that Iltanthal
would enter the Second Circle and beyond (Sin 2), and lead Cormindon with him (Sin 3).

If they failed, Iltanthal would switch places with Tubnic. If they succeeded,
Iltanthal would switch places with Tubnic. Either way, thought Iltanthal, we
free the gnome. I am glad to take his place.

The Lady Baerinika was not as...optimistic...about the whole affair.