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. |
Dahlia was an interesting city. It was boring and bland on the outside, which only meant no one would ever come here to bother her. However, on the inside it held the stench of corruption and death. Here, all kinds of dark dealings were brewing. The streets had few farmers and fishermen walking around at this time of night, but not many. A priest it would seem would be around as well. It was a religious city it seemed, and Nameless would acknowledge it. Her own attire stained of dirt and blood, she had stuck out from the crowd. Having her ears also apparent, being inhuman would also point towards her, but here, no one seemed to pay her any mind. No one seemed to- "Tch." Paper. The feeling of paper reached her hand. She looked down to find a folded piece of paper. She turned to see who could have put it there, only to find a weird priest man just passing her. What could he need of her? 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. After all, it had a weird street name. Well, wherever it was, irony was bound it put it somewhere dark and creepy. Hopefully there she could find fun in this boring city, and hopefully she would have something to do. 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. "Ice Cream Boulevard, 420 Apt 69. Spare none." She was already inside the building. It had to be the one, and if not, she would at least find fun here. Looking around was picture frames of a large happy family. It looked like those pictures you get when you buy a new picture frame, but here they were real. She smiled at the thought of a perfect gathering like that. They weren't real. They were all just pretenders. 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. | NAMELESS, THE MANJI WARLORD ■ Miss Manji ■ |
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