Role

Chapter 11

Iliunezyn was cackling with glee inside. This was, by far, one of his greatest
accomplishments to date. He was giving sad eyes, a practiced expression
typically reserved for his mother, to an elven Scribe of the Fortress named
Schedob. Schedob, at that moment, was sitting down upon the Altar of Morius with
a small dagger in his hand.

Iliunezyn did all he could to keep his hands from shaking in anticipation.
Schedob has just been too EASY to manipulate. Iliunezyn merely had to smile at
the right times, create a tear at times, and appeal to the elf's sense of moral
duty. It helped that Iliunezyn had spent some time studying the literature from
Schedob's god to realize just what a large act sacrifice was to Azorinne's
faith.

At the end of the day Iliunezyn considered it little effort on his own part, he
simply had used his looks and appeal to such greatness that merely by asking it,
this elf was ready to kill himself as an offering to Morius. Those weren't the
EXACT words Iliunezyn used, but if the elf had taken any time at all to think
about his situation he would have realized he was indeed about to sacrifice
himself to Morius for Iliunezyn. When he had said he needed to go pray on his
decision and speak to his Goddess Iliunezyn had told him it had to be done now,
saying that if Schedob didn't do it soon Iliunezyn would have to sacrifice
himself upon the altar instead. (Of course none of this was remotely true)

Schedob had truly been convinced that Iliunezyn was at a crossroads in his life
and that if he took his own life upon the Altar of the Vitiatic Faith Iliunezyn
would see that the words of the Light were true and he would turn over a new
leaf as his daft far-cousin had done to join the Fortress of Light. Schedob was
under the impression if he didn't do this thing Iliunezyn would take over this
world and many beyond, which of course was the plan to begin with. This was all
simply a ploy to show Morius how valuable a member of the Vitiatic Faith he
would be.