Isuelt sat there, in the middle of the quiet shell of the Scathachian temple. Because of the incredible outpouring of support the Scathachians had received from the charity masquerade ball, as well as numerous independent contributions, reconstruction on the sacred building was set to start this week. But even with all of this public and private support, and her Sisters coming together and banding as one to face their oldest and greatest enemy, there was one thing that gnawed at the sharpened mind of this Daughter of Scathach.
Before her was set on the slab of marble that was once the altar, the warhammer of their patron, known as the Gavel of Scathach. This relic had been located near Rhydin and garnered by her Sister, Vixen, only to have it stolen from agents of Bhaal the next week. Yet, here it was again. Presented to Isuelt the night after the masquerade by a mysterious woman, still donning her costume and mask. A woman who called her "sister."
The Gavel of Scathach was the weapon that had given Isuelt the upper hand that evening in her battle with the Death Knight of Bhaal. A single strike with this fabled weapon struck the knight cleanly in the chest and had seemingly banished him from this plane of existence. Further, it was merely the sight of the Gavel that had sent the black dragon running for retreat as Isuelt turned her sights on that great beast.
Isuelt was elated to have the Gavel of Scathach back upon the holy ground of the Sanctuary and Temple. And she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Yet, there was the issue of who this woman was. She had not revealed herself, nor had she stuck around that night to be thanked properly. All Isuelt remembered of her was her height, her painted white face and ruby lips and that mask. She had even remembered the woman from the masquerade, though she regretted not seeing her unmasked.
Who was this woman? How did she come by the fabled Gavel of Scathach? And how did she know of Isuelt? These questions rocked her brain until her head hurt too much to sleep. So here, by the silver moonlight, amid the Temple ready to be reborn, the Scathachian sat pondering. Hopefully it would be revealed to her soon who this savior of relics was. Isuelt, after all, wanted to express her gratitude to this ally and see to it that she had been given the proper thanks of the Scathachian Nation.
Before her was set on the slab of marble that was once the altar, the warhammer of their patron, known as the Gavel of Scathach. This relic had been located near Rhydin and garnered by her Sister, Vixen, only to have it stolen from agents of Bhaal the next week. Yet, here it was again. Presented to Isuelt the night after the masquerade by a mysterious woman, still donning her costume and mask. A woman who called her "sister."
The Gavel of Scathach was the weapon that had given Isuelt the upper hand that evening in her battle with the Death Knight of Bhaal. A single strike with this fabled weapon struck the knight cleanly in the chest and had seemingly banished him from this plane of existence. Further, it was merely the sight of the Gavel that had sent the black dragon running for retreat as Isuelt turned her sights on that great beast.
Isuelt was elated to have the Gavel of Scathach back upon the holy ground of the Sanctuary and Temple. And she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Yet, there was the issue of who this woman was. She had not revealed herself, nor had she stuck around that night to be thanked properly. All Isuelt remembered of her was her height, her painted white face and ruby lips and that mask. She had even remembered the woman from the masquerade, though she regretted not seeing her unmasked.
Who was this woman? How did she come by the fabled Gavel of Scathach? And how did she know of Isuelt? These questions rocked her brain until her head hurt too much to sleep. So here, by the silver moonlight, amid the Temple ready to be reborn, the Scathachian sat pondering. Hopefully it would be revealed to her soon who this savior of relics was. Isuelt, after all, wanted to express her gratitude to this ally and see to it that she had been given the proper thanks of the Scathachian Nation.