Aftermath

Gra'akast

The next day brough a surreal dawn to the Holy City. Despite Tamazzalt's warnings and attempts to keep the information secret that the only penitent emerging from the Pilgrimage of Bones laid dead, word and rumours started to circulate among the faithful.

Before noon it had spread like wildfire and was consuming all those that heard and repeated the words. Some said a demon had stepped from the shadow realm and reaped her soul. Others whispered it was a punishment from the Twins for allowing foreigners from across the sea into the Holy City. While others believed it to be a curse. The same curse that was killing women across the desert.

By noon most faithful had gathered around the Temple of The wandering demanding answers, praying for delivery. For without penitents there could be no new Sister Locust. No incarnation of the Prophetess. The mood changed around that time. Blind zealots bailed for blood. For the guilt. Whoever they could be.

Gonyaul - You can sense the mood turning in the city even at the docks. An anger is building up among the few people you see, their hostility much larger than usual. At first you don't understand why, but one of the ferryman that usually gives you some works tells you to hide. You understand a few words but sense the tone immediately. 'Foreigners', 'murder', 'Ostiarium', 'danger', 'hide'.

Voah - Despite his warnings and suggestions, you cannot put out of your mind what you have found. You have spent your life investigating occurrences like these ones. Odd situations, strange people, unordinary scenarios. That is how you once hunted for traces and the touch of the Maleficium. You know the Dark Robes merit more looking into. And their map, so accurate. The kind of map spies or generals would use. The call of the Arbiter is almost to strong to resist.

Shalia - Although you are not allowed to see the body with the others, Amastan comes to see you the next morning. More for her own sake that your own. The priestess clearly has a heavy mind. She tells you there are no signs of foul play. No blood, no signs of posion or other injuries. The penitent simply went to sleep and did not awake again. It is clear to you she does not believe it. Tamazzalt had ordered the body to be cremated in the main square outside the Temple that same evening. You quickly decide that you will attend. Some of your questions remain unanswered.