Eternal
You don’t trust the svelk, but if they have some sort of ambush planned, you’re fairly confident that you can handle anything they’re going to throw at you. In any event you’ll be taking the payment in advance.
“Very well svelk. We’ll take the job. Pack up the loot and put it in the bag.”
“Hey wait, we didn’t say we were paying you all of it now. We need some assurance you’ll complete the job! Half up front, half later!”
“Yeah, not going to happen. I don’t trust you as it is; you really think I’m not taking all the payment now? You’re delusional.” You say.
Tyren is perturbed by your insistence, but then he realizes he’s not exactly in friendly territory and severely outnumbered.
“Fine, just as long as that bitch is dead.” He replies and he proceeds to give the specifics of where Edolith is located before he takes his leave. You tell Cyrus and Dravin to take the best Blades and carry out the job.
“And be very careful. Don’t take anything for granted. I still don’t trust them.” You say.
“Don’t worry about us, we’ll be able to sense a trap.” Cyrus remarks.
When you make it back to the temple with the lost items from Gloom, all the older shadows are eager to look through them, hoping to find something personal of theirs. Talia is especially glad to see the return of them and reassures you that you made a good decision to take the contract.
The next day Cyrus, Dravin and several other Blades have set off on their mission and its business as usual at the temple.
About afternoon, several shadows report that they suddenly aren’t feeling well. Given that you’re in a swamp, you could chalk this up to the environment, the problem with that is the shadows tend use their magic to fend off such ailments. Plus some of the eternals are sick as well and they’re naturally resilient to disease and sickness.
By night time, you and Talia aren’t feeling well either and a couple of the shadows have already died of this mysterious illness. Prayers to Dendrin have been made, but he’s not listening as usual.
“It’s the fucking svelk. I know it. They caused this somehow.” You say in between feeling sick.
You’re so dizzy you can barely think, but it suddenly occurs to you what’s going on. It’s what they paid you, or rather the objects from Gloom. They must’ve done something to them. Maybe a curse of some sort.
“Get all of the objects out of this temple and we need to cast a purification ritual right now!” you say.
As several shadows attempt to carry out this order, you try your best to get prepared for the ritual. Other shadows are deathly ill by this point and you’re not going to save them in time.
“Shadow Master, the svelk are attacking just outside the temple!” Brother Gannon wheezes.
You attempt to order the temple doors locked, but the svelk have already managed to barge in by this point. Under normal circumstances, you’d be more than a match for them, but whatever this curse is, it’s affected the shadows quite severely and they’ve taken full advantage of your weakness. Most are so sick they can’t concentrate to cast any spells, and that includes you.
You put up a good fight, but ultimately the effects of the curse and Tyren’s sneak attack prove to be too much. You eventually fall to one of their repeating crossbows. With several bolts lodged in your vital organs your last thoughts are of the hope that Cyrus will survive whatever the svelk had planned for him.
“Very well svelk. We’ll take the job. Pack up the loot and put it in the bag.”
“Hey wait, we didn’t say we were paying you all of it now. We need some assurance you’ll complete the job! Half up front, half later!”
“Yeah, not going to happen. I don’t trust you as it is; you really think I’m not taking all the payment now? You’re delusional.” You say.
Tyren is perturbed by your insistence, but then he realizes he’s not exactly in friendly territory and severely outnumbered.
“Fine, just as long as that bitch is dead.” He replies and he proceeds to give the specifics of where Edolith is located before he takes his leave. You tell Cyrus and Dravin to take the best Blades and carry out the job.
“And be very careful. Don’t take anything for granted. I still don’t trust them.” You say.
“Don’t worry about us, we’ll be able to sense a trap.” Cyrus remarks.
When you make it back to the temple with the lost items from Gloom, all the older shadows are eager to look through them, hoping to find something personal of theirs. Talia is especially glad to see the return of them and reassures you that you made a good decision to take the contract.
The next day Cyrus, Dravin and several other Blades have set off on their mission and its business as usual at the temple.
About afternoon, several shadows report that they suddenly aren’t feeling well. Given that you’re in a swamp, you could chalk this up to the environment, the problem with that is the shadows tend use their magic to fend off such ailments. Plus some of the eternals are sick as well and they’re naturally resilient to disease and sickness.
By night time, you and Talia aren’t feeling well either and a couple of the shadows have already died of this mysterious illness. Prayers to Dendrin have been made, but he’s not listening as usual.
“It’s the fucking svelk. I know it. They caused this somehow.” You say in between feeling sick.
You’re so dizzy you can barely think, but it suddenly occurs to you what’s going on. It’s what they paid you, or rather the objects from Gloom. They must’ve done something to them. Maybe a curse of some sort.
“Get all of the objects out of this temple and we need to cast a purification ritual right now!” you say.
As several shadows attempt to carry out this order, you try your best to get prepared for the ritual. Other shadows are deathly ill by this point and you’re not going to save them in time.
“Shadow Master, the svelk are attacking just outside the temple!” Brother Gannon wheezes.
You attempt to order the temple doors locked, but the svelk have already managed to barge in by this point. Under normal circumstances, you’d be more than a match for them, but whatever this curse is, it’s affected the shadows quite severely and they’ve taken full advantage of your weakness. Most are so sick they can’t concentrate to cast any spells, and that includes you.
You put up a good fight, but ultimately the effects of the curse and Tyren’s sneak attack prove to be too much. You eventually fall to one of their repeating crossbows. With several bolts lodged in your vital organs your last thoughts are of the hope that Cyrus will survive whatever the svelk had planned for him.
