>>5287544>>5287520>>5287492>>5287449>>5287448>>5287446>>5287441>Lead the way inside.“Bah! You think me a greenhorn? Step aside.” You steady the quaking of your hands and brush the dhampir aside, pressing past through into the door. “Come, now. We need not waste any more time here. Ought to finish this like men.”
You step into the MISERICORDE, and you’re stricken right away by.. the nothing. You smell none of the ash or wax of the MORTSAFE, nor feel the howling wind chill of GRAVESIDE–no carcasses of rot and meat assails your gaze nor the damp, cold sog of wet dampen your feet. You see a long, dim dark corridor, lined with gothic pillars, angled and black that you press through. You hear only your partys’ footsteps atop the black tile.
And, far away, at the very end of the hall, you make out a throne of cold, bone marble–it stands tall in the air, led up to by countless stairs that extend down before you, the throne’s back the shape of a horse head. And atop it sits a pale figure in white. You can’t quite make out all her features–but you do recognize the glow of the flower that blooms from one eye.
“My, my. It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen so many.” A low female voice greets you. “Welcome, brave heroes, to the MISERICORDE. Now, kill me.”
>Announce you only plan to speak with her.>Declare your intent to engage in combat with her.>Try out your flirting skills again.>Write-In. 