The last of the physician’s cursed us
with his dying breath as he took his own life in the name of Urgothoa. It was
done, Justice was served upon the charlatan Dr Davalus. Justin informed us that there was a lingering
evil about his body, as with the other so called “Queens Physician’s”, however
I couldn’t believe there wasn’t any more proof. It was obvious he was slightly
mad and worshipping an evil god, but without more solid evidence there was a
growing tension in the group that it just wouldn’t be enough to justify our
current situation. The Queen herself had given them nigh-unlimited powers above
the law to solve the epidemic and had proclaimed the death penalty to any who
interfered with her physicians, which is where we found ourselves.
As we searched the rooms we came up empty
handed and there was a quiet heated debate as to what to do next, particularly
about the Varisians which I found quiet distasteful. It was obvious to me, and
so I set about freeing them of their bonds and reassuring them as much as was
possible. Suggesting waiting for more help to arrive with the guards, or to
head to the nearest temple were all that I could offer as I had used the
majority of my given power for the day. Mandraiv mentioned that he had found a
key, of sorts, on the Doctor which would lead us to the proof we were seeking
and I knew we would all need every ounce of our power and energy if we were to
continue.
It also occurred to me that Justin didn’t
care about anything but his own skin as he tried to reason that the Varisians
should be left restrained to their torture beds. He must have taken a lot of
beatings at the hand of Garian Lamb as a child to have such a numb heart, and
at that moment I pitied him.
There was really only one cause of action
for in the past we had let too many of our adversaries flee, or get prepared and nearly
overwhelm us, so we pushed on.
At Mandraiv’s suggestion we found that
the key actually made the elevator in the old warehouse go down under the city,
much to my amazement. I said a quiet prayer to Abadar, asking for his
forgiveness as the cramped elevator descended down into the unknown, likely
evil catacombs. The elevator ground to a halt and the smell of death and decay
assaulted us as we stepped out in to what we discovered wasn't a cavernous area or the rambling tunnels of the Vaults, but fully functional temple to
Urgothoa, Goddess of Disease & Undeath.
We were able to endure a lengthy skirmish
with physicians, clerics and some of their evil undead skeleton and zombie
constructs, as we moved through the first few rooms of the complex. At this
stage my fury had subsided and even though I was calm and using my powers to
keep our group going, somewhere inside me there was a yearning to utterly
destroy the walking death that was around us with the positive energy I was
blessed with. “wait, your time will come” a celestial voice said as I shook off
the urge and we opened the doors into the Anti-chamber to find Fyffe waiting for us.
The Anti-chamber was truly disgusting to
behold. The walls looked like they were made of bodies, some dead, some
mutilated, some diseased and some still alive. The floor was clear and
underneath laid bodies writhing and screaming in silent agony. Pain that only
they could feel in rivers of blood and guts and unmentionable bile.
Luckily for us, we didn’t have time to
fully comprehend the foulness of the complex as we had Fyffe cackling with glee
as he charged towards us, his entourage of clerics and physicians pelting us
with arrows, spiritual weapons and alchemical concoctions. No longer did we have to chase and fight for proof, this whole complex was proof.
But it soon dawned on us, now we had to fight for our lives....
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