| How I hate this stinking surface but Lloth’s will, will be done. And of all the places on this surface, few are worse than that cesspit known as Trinsic. But I had to go there, seek out the daemon that Lloth sent from the Pit. Its agenda is not clear to me, Lloth works in mysterious ways but it is an ally and that is all that counts. The gift, Les’tran, alerted me to its existence and I had already conversed with it several times. It had taken on the body of that fool elf that tampered with blackrock. The same one that crazy mage thought was lost in the corrupted gate! What a fool! He ranted continually about Vierna interrupting his spell casting and all the while he was party to disguising one of Lloth’s minions. Ah yes, will be allies it and I.
So I enter that foul town to seek it out, the daemon that has the authorities completely fooled. I had hardly gone any distance before stinking, slobbering guards confronted me. What is it with humans? Why do they have an aversion to even the most basic of cleanliness? One guard in particular, as hairy and as pungent as a troll, seemed particularly agitated. At first I thought they had somehow worked out that it was me who spirited away one of their prisoners they thought they had killed. But no, it was not that. Then the captain appeared. The one called Kaelyn, such a disappointment to femalehood in any race, started ranting about things that made no sense. She talked in riddles and I ended up arrested on charges that were ludicrous even by their standards.
As usual the cell stank worse than an ogres latrine. They took my books and reagents. Gah! Think that matters to a priestess of Lloth? Then the troll like one, thinking he could best me because he thought he had numbers on his side and that I was trapped, tried to touch me. I gave a withering look and gestured with my hand and sent him flying across the cell. I have him marked now he will soon suffer and I will laugh as I condemn his soul to the eternal agony that is the Abyss. He will soon enjoy the fate of being a guest at L’Cress, just as many others have before him.
They left me then. I had to get out of this cell before I suffocated in that pungent aroma. I needed to burn these clothes and bathe away the stink. I withdrew a small dagger from a hidden pocket in my cloak and stabbed it into my hand. The pain I offered to Lloth and asked her to intercede.
“D'anthe Lloth, Trelao Ilhar lu'Orbb Valsharess. Nym'uer uns'aa, dosst dalharil Faeryl, lu'sei'lor uns'aa duul'sso. Plynn nindol jiv'undus Usstan gultah dos, whol Usstan tlun dossta ulu kla'ath whol rin'ov lu'rin'ov. Sei'lor uns'aa duul'sso!”
In a flash I stood outside the gates of L’Cress. |