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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"He is a prisoner that apparently thinks we are all demon-worshippers, attempted to forcefully enter the temple. As far as I can currently ascertain, we are most likely going to imprison him for his misdeeds. Grant him your brew if you so wish, brother Zato, it might be the last he can partake in for a very long time." Morr commented.
 
Urist twisted around for a moment, until he could drink his brew.

"Tha's good stuffs, 'ere." he commented, then turned back the others in the room. "Ya' think ya' can keep m' in a box, ya' funny lil' madmen, ya' really do!"
 
Staring down at the foolhardy man, Morr said "Currently, the only madman here is you to think otherwise. This is the grand Temple of the Great Falls, dedicated to Buzziah, holders of the worst what the invaders of the immaterium, the demons, have brought into this world. This temple has weathered the onslaughts of the worst that is possible. And the fact remains that a single guard defeated you with ease. I suggest you drink, I hear that brother Zato's brewing skills are both grand to behold and enjoy the product of.

Besides that, do not expect to receive your weapon back. Like everything else, it has been locked away and, if goodness wills it, shall never see the light of the day nor the grasp of a fool again."
 
Urist sipped the drink to the best of his ability.

"Yer' guard was cheatin', 'e 'ad a 'ole wall an' onna them hand-bows, an' arrows 'at musty be bloody magic, cut through m' armor like t'were nothin'. Cheatin', I says."
 
Mary wandered around the halls of the Temple, it had been a while since she'd stopped crying, having spent some time to herself she now understood the situation better.

Then the small girl happened upon a room full of people, one of them, someone she hadn't seen before was lying down, tied to a bed, they seemed to be having fun and Mary didn't want to be left out of their game.

She rushed into the room, a small stick in hand, Feathers the duck in tow.

"STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL-PEOPLE!" she shouted into the room. "I am MARY the adventurer, and I'll save you Mister..." she looked at the man.

"Mister...Mister..." suddenly inspiration hit her "Mister Tied-up Man!" she nodded yes, that must have been his name.

She jumped in front of Belatia poking at her breastplate with the stick. She turned her head to address the duck.

"Quickly Mister Feathers! Bite through his ropes!"

The duck waddled over and half flew half jumped onto Urist, it sat on his chest and began ineffectively pecking at his bonds as Mary continued her poking assault on the leader of the Hellguard.
 
Urist blinked for a good two and a half seconds, the absurdity of what just happened taking a moment to reach his mind.

And then he burst out laughing, spilling the little drink he had left on the floor.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. HA!"
 
Sergeant Belatia, for all her conscientiousness, still was not immune to Mary's charms, decided to play along, trusting for sir Morr to keep standing his watchful guard over the prisoner for now, she held her breastplate where Mary's stick had hit her, overdramatically pretending to fall back in pain, shouting "Oh no, the great adventurer that is Mary has foiled our plans! Woe is us, never shall we achieve world-domination now!" laughing a little, from the corners of her helmet-limited vision she nonetheless kept a tight watch on the prisoner, also noting that sir Morr had not even looked at Mary, even seemed to actively avoid setting his gaze on her.

Private Leeroy joined in, playing the part of the lowly mook, he knelt down in pretend-fear, calling out to Mary "Please, spare us poor fools, oh great adventurer!"

Morr meanwhile just kept staring at the prisoner, inspecting his reactions.
 
She let out a squeak of amusement
"You are defeated Evil Miss Belatia, I banish you to the shadow realm!"

she turned to face Leeroy, her stick in hand

"I shall spare you Evil Mister Junkins" Her stick stowed as she held it by her waist like a knight's scabbard "But you musn't do any more evil"

Feathers quacked

"And you need to dig Mister Feathers a really big pond" the small girl stretched her arms out to show just how big "And it will need to be seventy times this!".

Her stick in hand once again she ran over to Urist and brought it down upon his bonds, "There Mister tied-down Man" She stood triumphantly on a chair "You are free! Return to your cake shop and make me lots of victory snacks!".
 
Urist blinked, entirely befuddled by this turn of events.

"What?"

He got up in a feat of strength, flipping the very bed he was tied to onto its side, and surveyed the room, found where his knife-filled boot had fallen, and walked to it, slowly dragging the bedframe behind him, with a noise somewhat like a very large snake moving.

"Brewer, I needs m' a drink t' clear m' head. What's goin' on?"
 
At the first movement of the prisoner, sergeant Belatia and private Leeroy immediately put their hands onto the hilts of their swords, but it was sir Morr that stepped into the way of the prisoner, hands bare, the knight asked the man dragging the bed with him to reach his knife "I must ask again, do you really think we are are demon-worshippers? If not so, then tell us your name, follow this rule of common courtesy and we may be persuaded to at least cut your bindings to allow you to speak more freely, if that would make you more comfortable.

Unlike weibel Belatia, I am more inclined to believe you as a victim, and the fact remains no one was harmed by your attempt to enter here but you. Make of that what you wish, but I suggest you decide now, for if your wish is that of true villainy, then you shall not make one step further."
 
Zato realized that, in his age, he had failed to notice how close Mary was to a potentially dangerous, if still bound, stranger.
"Mary, I feel as if you should leave this new man alone." he stated towards where he last heard her voice.
 
Urist had quite a bit of trouble actually -getting- his boot. 'S this even real? He slowly turned, knocking over several decorations as he did, and finally spoke.

"Ya' cann' have m' name, but ya' can call me..." He thought for a moment, and then was stuck by brilliance, "Urist, thassit. Urist, an' I'm th' greatest warrior there ever were."
 
She jumped off of the chair, landing with a small thud on her bare feet.

"Why Mister Zato?"

Mary rushed over to him,

"Have you been taken Prisoner by the Evil people too?"

The small girl grabbed a hold of his sleeve, still waving the stick with her right hand.

"Don't worry Me and Mister Feathers will save you!" she stated in her most heroic voice, which was actually just her talking slightly deeper than usual. The duck quacked at the mention of it's name.

"See, Mister Feathers says he won't let the bad people hurt you"
 
Nodding, Morr said "Very well then, weibel Belatia, I must request that you free this man from his bindings,-" Belatia, a disciplined, though in the particular presence of Mary less so, Hellguard, followed the experienced veteran's order without stating protest "- soldat Leeroy, secure his boot, he must have hidden a weapon in it."

After Belatia was done cutting the ropes with her knife, the bed almost crashing down if she hadn't caught and lowered it to the ground by hand, stood ready to assist sir Morr if the prisoner became violent.

Morr meanwhile kept speaking to Urist "You have been freed, though I suggest you do not presume yet that we are done, I merely grant you a chance to speak on your own accord. Attempt an act of evil and my hand shall again restrain you. Now, you said yourself that you merely came here for riches, but I must make further inquiries about the artifact you were carrying, that axe. Where did you receive it from, what did you do with it and, most importantly, what did it do to you?" he paused for a moment, before adding "I mean before you made your way here."
 
Urist, disappointed by the lack of drink, spoke slowly.

"Axe 'is, axe 'at. I dun' bloody know what 't 's, I juss' foun' th' bloody thing one 'ay, an' I thought 't 'ere a good wepp'n 't seek riches with, what with th' runes an' all." This was only half-true, but he wasn't about to say where he'd really gotten the thing.

He stretched his working arm a bit, sighing.
 
"Very well, know that your axe has been secured properly and that you will never receive it back. Besides that, I am quite certain that you committed at least some misdeeds with it, after all, to what else can such a foul artifact drive one?, but I am not going to judge on what you might have done. To be honest, I would be inclined to let you just go, but in this regard my hands are tied, I need to ascertain that no more villainy is on your mind.

Which is why I have a proposal for you. Tomorrow, an expedition of sorts is going to set out from the temple, we will make our way to Pikewall, though on the way we are also going to restock a Hellguard outpost. It is there that I am going to conduct some research of sorts for your origins and by such judge you, not for your evil, but only for your goodness."

Sergeant Belatia gripped her sword tightly, wanting to utter protest, but choosing not to, unwilling to undermine Morr's authority before Urist.

"Do you accept? If you do not, we will be forced to imprison you here right now and put you under psychological treatment to ascertain any corruption the artifact may have done onto you." Morr asked the man calling himself Urist.
 
"Ne'er?" asked Urist, but he knew the answer. "...Fine, I'll go wi' ya', anythin's better 'an 's, but... Can ya' at least fix m' armor? Ya' put a bloody 'ole in it."
 
Nodding, Morr ordered private Leeroy, who still held the daggered boot, to unfasten the armor Urist wore on his arm and bring it to the temple's smithy for repair.

"Now, I suggest you lay back down, recover as best as you can, tomorrow after the morning meal will be the time of our departure, at which you will also receive your armor back. Weibel Belatia and I shall stand guard here nonetheless, as a precautionary measure."

Ordering a pair of chairs for Belatia and himself, Morr sat himself down, view never wavering from Urist.
 
Elia tucked the book underneath what considered a cloak as she walked past another guard, she was done with her shift in the hospice so when she got back to her room she dressed in her normal clothes which also doubled as her initiate rogue garb and grabbed the book she stole from Val and went to his room to return it.

when she got there, the door to his room was closed, after all he was out in his shed doing something with chemicals and teaching his apprentice, so she checked to see if there was anyone that could see her and then went to picklocking the door, when she got in she went to what seemed to be his sleeping place and placed the book under a pillow and left his room and relocked the door and went back to her room sweating a bit and thought to herself (i hope he doesn't think that the book was stolen, i hope that it was just something little like a diary!)
 
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, the Hellguard set under Morr's command for the expedition packing the wagon with supplies both for the journey itself as well as those to restock the outposts before Pikewall, each set in about two days worth of comfortable horse-riding from one another. This had been a particular order from Wolfram, who wanted everything at full readiness it seemed.

The sun lowering, the night went by without much trouble either, though the number of guards having been increased just in case the possessed fool followed another. Soon once again the sun arose from the horizon, bathing the sacred temple in its blood-red light. Soon once again, the bell to announce the morning meal was rung.
 
Zato walked into the kitchen, traveling gear ready. His normal walking cane was attached to the back of his hip, in exchange for a staffe, several bottles attached to the top. Indeed, a large number of clay bottles also hung from his belt, or tied together and placed over his shoulders. Lastly, a straw sunhat was placed over his head.
 
Urist awakened rather slowly.

He again reached for where his skin of ale should be, didn't find it, and got up, vaguely aware of where he was, and started to scour the room for something to drink.
 
"Halt, Urist." Morr called out to the man. He had been taking shifts with Belatia to guard this man. Currently, it was his turn, but Belatia was already on her legs, ready just in case "We can still not trust you utterly, but, if you feel up to the task, we will now escort you to the dining hall so that you can consume your morning's nourishment."
 
Urist turned to his guards. Dining 'all? Don' warriors an' armies dine 'n 'alls?

"If 'ere's food, I'll go t' th' hall ya speak 'f."
 
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