Role

Chapter 5

-- While praying and assisting the field hands outside the Goddess' temple a Dark God amuses in
my history. A patron to the Seantryn Brothels--or a firm enjoyer of them he may be. --

Translucent black flames rise from the ground as agonized cries for mercy fill the air.
As the flames fade, the Warlord Borkahd looms before you.

Borkahd sniffs at the air surrounding you.

Borkahd says to you 'Mm. Will be watching you.'

Borkahd says to you 'Who prays to, hm?'

You whisper 'What has cursed me with such fate?'

You say 'The Scythe of Amaranthe watches over me.'

Borkahd says to you 'Uncle has. Can smell it on you from heavens. Like elves,
especially ones that know what doing.'

Serelyia seems back a tears as a painful chord of her past is struck.

You say 'I am different than the impurity I was then'

Borkahd says to you 'Smells same to me. Can see memories to. Liked way would cry.'

You pray to the heavens for help!

Borkahd says to you 'Felt lots shame, sad. Mm, was good. Can taste it.'

You notice Borkahd leering at you, tracing every detail with wanton pleasure.

Borkahd says 'Lucky prays to goddess. Will not bother...too much. Like three-fold Lady.'

Borkahd says to you 'But if Her eyes ever leave you...'
Borkahd says to you 'You're mine.'

Tormented screams and pleas for mercy fill the air as Borkahd is consumed by
translucent black flames and vanishes.

Serelyia lowerself to the ground in shame and weeps for a time.

You whisper 'Forgive me. Empower me, Goddess. It'll not be forgotten. Like the seasons we must endure.'