Nocent journeyed in silence deeper and deeper into a long forgotten portion of the aged subbasement of the IronHelm Flats. Her serried boots crushed small rocks and repugnant scuttling insects with steady pursuit as she delved ever further into the uninviting jaws of the cold darkness. The solitary unwelcome light emanated from the dancing flames which leapt to and fro from the thick torch which the Anti-Scathachian held firmly in her right fist.
Each step forward brought Nocent further and further from recognizable reality and even further yet from the vigilant eyes of the Heavens....though the gods of light themselves held no sway in this immoral palace of vile iniquity. Finally the large Bhaalite stopped her lonely trek and slightly titled her head. With a sharp inhale of the thick and musty gloom, Nocent subliminally began putting out powerful and emotional thoughts of murder and butchery as she began to walk once more amidst the omnipresent desolation and crazily tilted cement ruins. At length she beheld a grass-grown opening toward a stagnant black pool situated between crumbling brick walls, with the weedy length of an earth-and-masonry structure projecting beyond.
Piles of slick, moss-covered stones near the dark water promised nothing safe....nothing untainted. The scene was nearly sheltered from all possible view by an archaic archway on the north.....an indisputably out of place locale for such detailed imagery of demonic design. Here Giminicka thought was the idyllic place for a long secret colloquy; and so she guided her armored form on into this sinister labyrinth and chose a clear spot to kneel in among the arranged stones. The air of death and desertion was ghoulish, and the smell of rot almost insufferable; but it did not seem to effect Giminicka's resolute pose as she bowed her form forward and tenderly kissed the cracked and musty ground.....the ground which hungered for much more.
As she spoke, the priestess's immoral words were carried on sharp but curt tones as they echoed throughout the dark chamber and seemed to fervently hover above the motionless pool of fathomless shadow, "Undun alacktho Bhallacus....Tudes faro al'kact'do'vanna...Alak setliquidox vel?nakk....conqusitax phullum vas Bhallacus...."
Each step forward brought Nocent further and further from recognizable reality and even further yet from the vigilant eyes of the Heavens....though the gods of light themselves held no sway in this immoral palace of vile iniquity. Finally the large Bhaalite stopped her lonely trek and slightly titled her head. With a sharp inhale of the thick and musty gloom, Nocent subliminally began putting out powerful and emotional thoughts of murder and butchery as she began to walk once more amidst the omnipresent desolation and crazily tilted cement ruins. At length she beheld a grass-grown opening toward a stagnant black pool situated between crumbling brick walls, with the weedy length of an earth-and-masonry structure projecting beyond.
Piles of slick, moss-covered stones near the dark water promised nothing safe....nothing untainted. The scene was nearly sheltered from all possible view by an archaic archway on the north.....an indisputably out of place locale for such detailed imagery of demonic design. Here Giminicka thought was the idyllic place for a long secret colloquy; and so she guided her armored form on into this sinister labyrinth and chose a clear spot to kneel in among the arranged stones. The air of death and desertion was ghoulish, and the smell of rot almost insufferable; but it did not seem to effect Giminicka's resolute pose as she bowed her form forward and tenderly kissed the cracked and musty ground.....the ground which hungered for much more.
As she spoke, the priestess's immoral words were carried on sharp but curt tones as they echoed throughout the dark chamber and seemed to fervently hover above the motionless pool of fathomless shadow, "Undun alacktho Bhallacus....Tudes faro al'kact'do'vanna...Alak setliquidox vel?nakk....conqusitax phullum vas Bhallacus...."