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Now they were all standing above the corpses of the fallen Priests. Lucian kneeled before the fallen Father Albert with a shaken heart, “Most here are Priests who had been following us to battle the battlefields, my Lord. That one is Father Kelert, this one is Father Lorain, and this man is Father Albert, the head of the Mortician Temple in Bordeleaux.”
There were no murmurs among the Knights present. No condemnation about an inadequate job or demands for further information that was going to be provided. In a sense those standing with Lucian here today were the pinnacle of the virtue, Patience, that was taught by the Lady.
“This man I do not recognize.” Lucian said as he pointed towards another corpse that was wearing the Mortician robes, “I believe he is the resident Priest who remained here during the war. To have safeguarded it against all that was happening.”
Taking the tip of his scythe Lucian began to point to the regions of the corpse that he did not know the identity of, “This man was killed through mauling and strokes with a blade. If there was any foul sorcery here then I do not know it. Everyone has injuries just like these across their bodies. The only one whose death seems different… is Father Alberts whose heart has been removed.”
It was with a simple gesture that Lucian pointed to the chest of the Priest. The wound was already covered up by the cloth that the Peasant was able to find.
“Those rotting appear to have been corpses for a few months to years. I… I cannot fathom that they had died here but had risen as undead for whatever purposes the attackers had.” Lucian said as he felt his heart ache just that little bit more.
With those words the two Dukes at one another, with Guion opening, “These damned cowards waited until I left. Once the Knights were gone they thought that we would not have noticed such a brazen theft! The Gods of Chaos must be laughing at us for they have strung us across the table.”
“Yet we cannot do anything about it.” Moriset said as he shook his head, “In three days we must set out to kill the Warboss of the Orcs or they will attack not only Bastonne, but Aquitaine. You are right that they have played devious tricks upon us. We have three days to seek the Necromancer out, and if we fail in that, then we pray.”
“Damn it!” The Duke of Bastonne cursed as his face became a sneer.
<span class="mu-i">“This happened in the Castle too.”</span> Adok appeared next to Lucian with a small lean, <span class="mu-i">“Your Duke is right though, Gobi cannot be left alone to build a bigger warhost. I’m thinking we do a little investigation ourselves, if you don’t mind.”</span>
Lucian gave a nod to those words, “I was thinking the same thing.” He admitted as he tightened the grip on his scythe.
>Further investigate the Temple of Morr
>Head out to the local Taverns.
>Look for leads in the streets
