Rancorr's Tales: Comeuppance, part 4

Rancorr's Tales
Comeuppance, Part 4.

Agothodaemon -- capital of Araxes. It was a city of tremendous size and scope, home to tens of thousands. Amidst its vast and diverse population I searched for my father. It took some doing, but I found a place where information was dealt by those-in-the-know to those-with-the-gold -- The Kings Cup Inn. There, some of the most disreputable sort quenched their thirst for ale, companionship and blood. There, amidst the smoky panorama of brigands, thieves and malcontents, I found the strangest of things. I found comrades.

It appeared that the deeds of the Blood Chalice had not gone unnoticed by others. And these others, my comrades, would not let such deeds go unpunished. In my quest, I had found brothers-in-arms. We would accomplish together what seemed all but impossible for each alone. The company of each other emboldened us to seek our goal. Apparently, both the mysterious Fenol and the brutish Gruman, had angered those in our motley collection of avengers enough that we set aside our differences and worked as one to achieve the destruction of the Blood Chalice.

Sarvon the Woodsman There was Sarvon of Ven, the elfin woodsman, who kept his reasons for revenge to himself. None of us doubted his sincerity, however, for a woodsman is rarely found outside his natural wilderness, and even more rarely inside an immense city such as Agothodaemon. The Blood Chalice had done something to anger Sarvon, and like the rest of us, he meant to make them pay. And pay dearly.

The Wizard Elwell Elwell was a practitioner of magic. Unlike myself, a dabbler, he emersed himself completely in the study of the arcane. Like myself, he was an elf, although his studies had been interrupted abruptly. His mentor, one Naphtalus Amenev, had been brutally slain by the Blood Chalice. Apparently, the old man had something the mercenaries wanted. So they took it. A pattern was emerging.

Vreen the Fearsome Vreen was the name given to the most fearsome of our group. He was a warrior by trade, and had aspirations about a knighthood. While his desire to live a life of regimen and discipline was furthest from my own, his desire to avenge the death of his father was something with which I could very much sympathise. From the first moment I met Vreen, I knew that he would one day get that knighthood of his. If he didn't die trying.

Tallon of Allhanan The most quiet in our cadre of avengers was Tallon, Priest of Allhanan, my mother's faith. He knew not my mother, and had never traveled to my home, the Kingdom of Rapitar. Yet, he and I found our conversations easy, having a pleasant, common ground to work from. I liked Tallon instantly. He was humble, quiet and polite. Not everyone can be like me!

We pooled our individual scrapings of information and found, much to our delight, that it all combined to reveal the location of Fenol and Gruman. We knew then, that the Blood Chalice mercenaries had long been in the lucrative service of the Order of the Black Mace. The Order or, more rightly, the Cult was closer to veritable evil than most other nefarious organisations could even hope to aspire. The Agothodaemon High Priest of the Black Mace was one Gorgeti Versearai, whose unholy machinations had destroyed Tallon's home church. It became clear that getting to the Blood Chalice would mean going through the Black Mace.

So be it said we, the vengeful. Two sets of bastards for the price of one. And imagine, we weren't even looking for a bargain!

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	There was Sarvon of Ven, the elfin woodsman, who kept his reasons for revenge to himself. None of us doubted his sincerity, however, for a woodsman is rarely found outside his natural wilderness, and even more rarely inside an immense city such as Agothodaemon. The Blood Chalice had done something to anger Sarvon, and like the rest of us, he meant to make them pay. And pay dearly.
	Elwell was a practitioner of magic. Unlike myself, a dabbler, he emersed himself completely in the study of the arcane. Like myself, he was an elf, although his studies had been interrupted abruptly. His mentor, one Naphtalus Amenev, had been brutally slain by the Blood Chalice. Apparently, the old man had something the mercenaries wanted. So they took it. A pattern was emerging.
	Vreen was the name given to the most fearsome of our group. He was a warrior by trade, and had aspirations about a knighthood. While his desire to live a life of regimen and discipline was furthest from my own, his desire to avenge the death of his father was something with which I could very much sympathise. From the first moment I met Vreen, I knew that he would one day get that knighthood of his. If he didn't die trying.
	The most quiet in our cadre of avengers was Tallon, Priest of Allhanan, my mother's faith. He knew not my mother, and had never traveled to my home, the Kingdom of Rapitar. Yet, he and I found our conversations easy, having a pleasant, common ground to work from. I liked Tallon instantly. He was humble, quiet and polite. Not everyone can be like me!