Lost in the Mists

Life #32 - The Devil Wears Elyse

Al-Keymer, possessing Elyse’s corpse, was not going to take “no” for an answer. His machinations had already been foiled when Miredus was pulled into Ravenloft. He wanted the souls he was owed and he was determined to prevent us from stopping him. He summoned other hellish fiends to aid him in the fight, but it was to no avail. We sent them all back to the Nine Hells.

Greyson was taken into custody. With him locked up we needed to find Revince and stop him from detonating the explosives. In the sewers we found Revince and his accomplices. They were setting the explosives under the green. Goodman and I tried to talk them down, convince them that their plan had already failed, but it was no use. The fight was on.

Revince showed us just how far he had fallen from the path of righteousness when he sacrificed one of his own men to bring Al-Keymer back from Baator. Al-Keymer summoned a frost devil to aid him. He was desperate to claim all the souls he was owed.

The fight was a difficult one. We were facing devils and well-trained guards, after all, but in the end, we were able to win the day. We were able to take several of the guards in alive so that they could face justice.

We were needed at the green for Vosk’s announcement. Even with the conspirators apprehended, I still felt uneasy.

We stood there for hours before Vosk finally appeared. He had harsh words for the council. He actually blamed them for the danger the citizens of Miredus have been facing these last few months, for all the lives lost. It might have been funny if it wasn’t so tragic. Vosk announced that in order to keep Miredus safe, he was appointing a champion to carry out his wishes. Any who opposed his champion would be killed. With that, the gates to his tower opened, and out rode his heavily armored knight on a black horse. Dragging behind the horse were all the conspirators we had apprehended. They were still alive, but their bodies were twisted and broken. This was not justice.

A wave of despair washed over the crowd as Vosk’s champion rode past. Vosk disappeared back into the tower. And the people made their way back to their homes. The air was thick with anguish as they left the green. The others and I just stood there, wondering what could be done to stop Vosk.

Just a few mornings later, I awoke to find this bizarre flyer for a carnival. It was on my table. Time to sharpen my ax.



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