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Dungeon of Bad Ends (Homebrew System)

“Get the surgeon. The rest are Missing. Didn’t find anything about Everic.” Louella rubs her temples as she sat down, and although she knew after a week or two she’d be ready to go in again, physically... she doubted she could handle the toll another excursion would have on her mind. Two people were dead... or worse, and she had watched them get taken away... she hadn’t been able to stop it... she felt sick, but it wasn’t a sickness of the body, but of the mind.

Louella shakes herself off and blinks twice, sighing. She had to go back in, to guide the next party... someone had to, and she doubted Cassie would be in any shape to do so.
 
Cassie nodded her head slowly. She'd been carried part-way before she'd finally told Lou to let her walk, and they'd largely helped each other back to the village from that point. Although she didn't know it, she felt much the same as Louella: the non-existent reaction from the people in the village made her feel like "why did I bother?" Cassie knew that the corruption form the city was only going to get worse, if it wasn't checked...but, right now, she was in no shape to do anything about it.

The Mayor's attitude she found a bit annoying, too, and she didn't bother to hide it. "A surgeon would be handy...but only if it's not putting you out too much. I mean, it's not as if we responded to your calls for assistance and were trying to do you a favour or anything." The sarcasm in her voice was obvious as she detached herself from Lou and eased herself onto a nearby stool.

"Don't worry about me; I've still got one arm that functions the way it should."

STR (-1) -2 / AGIL +3 / WIL (+1) -1 / Purity 5
 
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The mayor sighed, unphased by Cassie's scathing remark. "I'll get someone to see to your wounds, but you'll have to sort out payment yourself. And make sure you have some left over for room and board, if you intend to stay here." He wandered out of the house. Silvergate didn't have much in the way of surgeons or medicines, didn't have much in the way of anything. But, as he recalled, there was a priestess in town... perhaps she could lend some aid to the injured.
 
There was, as a matter of fact, a priestess in town. It wasn't hard to find her; The otherworldly draenei woman stood out like a sore thumb in the grim pit that was Silvergate. For nearly a month now she'd occupied a little corner of the Cock and Marmot, a miserable little cantina next door to the brothel. What had been a frugal - and slightly mad - attempt at a pilgrimage to the Holy City had been stopped in penniless tracks at Silvergate, and for a miserable weekend she'd had to ignore the offers of a bed - and gold - at the brothel. Ysana Doros was a virtuous creature, entirely too much so for this wretched stain on the world's map, and had slept in a stable until finding her own little niche in the community.

With Carielle's glory faded from this world, a myriad of cults had sprung up in her absence, worshiping all manner of beings of questionable divinity. Desperate worshipers cast their lots with angels and devils, with madmen and saints... and, in the case of The Temple of the Starry Eye, with beings from beyond the sky. Beings that were best left undisturbed, perhaps, but there was no denying their gifts. She knew not the thing that had left its mark on her and her coven, this thing that had granted her its brilliant, cold light. Some new god, perhaps, but there was little they could do to understand it. Not so long ago, Ysana had been blessed with a series of dreams. Dreams of holy things gone to darkness, of a spreading corruption... what could it be, if not the Holy City? She'd wasted no time in getting on the road, ready to venture into the ruin in hopes of learning more about this new god of hers. There was little to go on, yes, but enthusiasm had carried her down the road in haste.

Haste, of course, had also led to poor planning, and she'd had little more than the clothes on her back when arriving in Silvergate. Thankfully, she'd managed to pay her way so far with her craft. Ysana had harnessed the raw power of her new light to heal and soothe, to seal wounds and burn out corruptions. She'd never admit it, but the fact of it was, the sheer volume of sick and injured who passed through this town made for a fairly profitable venture. One she knew would need to end soon, if she were to continue on her way... but, it was a comfortable little existence. Perhaps soon, she'd find just the thing to shake her out of the little lull she'd found herself in. Or, she could continue to wile away her evenings over spiced mead and ancient scrolls while patching up more poor souls. It wouldn't be the worst thing.
 
Louella guided Cassie around, asking about a healer. Seems that somebody was working healing miracles. It could be just the sort of help they needed, especially in the dungeon. They had been rather beaten down before they escaped, and she expected that would be the case again.

Louella sought the healer out, until she eventually found the building where they stayed, asking about the miracle worker.
 
Days passed...

It was just past noon, the explorers having departed Silvergate earlier this time to take advantage of the daylight, but the holy city was as bleak as ever. As the heroes approached its gates, they could feel the dark power whispering in their minds. For Louella and Cassie, it was an all too familiar sensation. It had been a week since they had entered the city, and although they had only been inside for a few hours, the sensation of creeping madness was not one they were likely to ever forget.

The gate was where they had left it, the heavy double doors hanging open. The room beyond them, though, was barely recognizeable. It had the same dimensions, the same single wooden door on the far side which led deeper into the city. The metal crank they had used to get out was still there, embedded snugly in the wall. But the dirt, ash, and rubble had been cleared from the floor, not to mention the blood and bodies. The floor beneath them was badly cracked, cobbled with uneven slabs of stone.

Everything was quiet.

Alright, we are back in the dungeon. Everyone is free to explore; remember you can roll +Will to search the room (but you can only search once per scene).
 
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