QUEST Quest: In Hushed Whispers Client:
Summary: Bishop Santos has seized control of Dahlia unofficially after Lord Aelwic died. He believes it is absolutely necessary and will do anything to ensure his position. Most won't argue about it in public because they're too afraid to be called heretics and tried by the inquisition which often leads to a death sentence for colluding. Still, there are a few people persuading others that Bishop Santos should not govern Dahlia in secret while holding meetings. The bishop needs these heretics to be removed. Objective: Murder those who oppose Bishop Santos and gather in secret to discuss who should actually govern Dahlia now that Lord Aelwic has passed away. Extra Rewards:
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The Dahlia streets always seemed to be busiest. It was almost silent except for whispers here and there. Caitlyn was used to it. Everyone thought of her as mad or insane. But still, it seemed as if people were more devoted to The Nameless than the other gods. And the people came to her temple willingly. It amused her sometimes, other times she wondered who was doing something wrong.
"Hmph"
A man would grunt as he passed by, a piece of paper forcing its way into her hands.
Normally, she would find it skeptical, but with a long boring night, she had nothing better to take up her time. Smiling, she would read the note only to find an address. She would have gone to it, but she knew well enough that it wasn't a real place. At least that's what she thought.
She had roamed these streets far too often as a child, and now she lived here. "Wait." she spoke under her breath, "This must be by-"
She begun to run back to her temple, only to stop half of the way there. Buildings were torn down and left to rot. Holes in the stone and walls were seen and so were many of the beggars. She wanted to liberate them and show them the power of a real god, but that wasn't her reason for being here. If this place was real, it was on the side of the town that no one went to, and where no one cared to list the numbers or street names.
She smiled as she came to a house that seemed to be bolted shut.
She would find a window in the back of the house and swiftly swing her elbow to shatter the glass. She would crawl through the opening, only to hear some muffled sound from inside.
She looked at the note again.
" Let no one live. "
She smiled. She didn't do this for Bishop Santos, she would do it for the Nameless One. She would walk through the house. She had been quiet, but she wanted to make a mess of things. She would begin walk by some desks and tables with some photos of what looked like a happy family. She would take the pictures and drop them to the ground, shattering the glass. Each time she did so, she would swear she could hear a heart beat louder and louder and louder . . . .
She would make the most of this day. It would bring her that much closer to her own slavation.
She would wander the house, eventually finding her way into a child's room. She could smell the stench of corruption and deceit. It would sicken her, filling her with more and more rage. Whatever it was, it was going to find it's end in the most unpleasant way.
She would make her way to the wardrobe only to try to push it further aside. it wasn't until she would move it half way that she found the real reason she was there.