Deadman’s Row

[Demetrius]

"Perhaps there's a way for us to use this thing, perhaps not." Demetrius said, now intrigued. "But if destroying it would just piss of Delucine, maybe it's best if we hold onto it for leverage."

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

"My dad. He loves this sort of thing. His camp isn't far from here... just down the road..."

Turning to Demetrius, "What do you want so badly you would damn yourself for it?"

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

“There are many things it could be used for, especially when one is already Damned,” deadpanned Justine as though she were an over dramatic character in an Anne Rice novel.

[Demetrius]

“Payment for the life that was taken from me,” he replied. “Yet, I don’t think it’s something the demon in that box can give me. I think it’s something I have to take for myself.” He nodded at Hernerios, figuring a man like him might know what he was taking about.

“If he knows someone who specializes in things like these, maybe we should listen to him,” he said to Justine now. “You know him better than me, but I feel like we can trust him.”

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

Herneiros shook his head. "I have the same answer for both of you. There is no such thing as fate until the very end of things, and when all choices have been made. The only person who can damn your soul is you, and no other. Until then, there is always a new path if one just walks a bit further in the Mist..."

He shrugged. "This is what my heart's mother told me when I asked if I was abandoned by my human parents. And this is what I tell people when they are also faced with doubt with their place in life. Anyway, the camp is close by. We can get there by dinner and you can enjoy finest Elven cuisine outside of Lady Ceutinde's house."

[The Forgotten God]

"Ah," Neera said, "You're Leuwinmorgh's human...foundling," she said with a good natured smile. "Tell that old codger I said hello. He used to come to my father to pay his respects. Hasn't been by in a while."

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

"I will. Though most humans complain of the opposite!" Herneiros smiled before returning her finger flutes.

[The Forgotten God]

"Well," Neera said, flicking her left hand and somehow brushing her hair back without touching it, "it's been interesting. Stop by anytime. Try to have a slightly less haunted entity for me to commune with next time though." When she takes the fingerbones, they play a light tune before floating back to their prior resting places. "Thanks grandpa!" she said to the fingers.

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

Justine nodded to Demetri. “He is good. And he knows my sister. We trust him.”

To the elf-raised man, she merely shrugged. “Perhaps it is as you say. Or Perhaps all things are predestined. There is no way to know.” Herneiros spoke so often of his hearts father that she found herself curious. “I would be glad to meet your people if Demetri wished to go as well?”

Before her question could be answered, she bowed in respect to Neera. “Thank you for your help. I’ll do my best, but no promises. Haunted things seem to keep finding me, after all.”

[Demetrius]

Sept 7, 2020 1:48:26 GMT Geoffrey Ravenhurst said:

Herneiros shook his head. "I have the same answer for both of you. There is no such thing as fate until the very end of things, and when all choices have been made. The only person who can damn your soul is you, and no other. Until then, there is always a new path if one just walks a bit further in the Mist..."

He shrugged. "This is what my heart's mother told me when I asked if I was abandoned by my human parents. And this is what I tell people when they are also faced with doubt with their place in life. Anyway, the camp is close by. We can get there by dinner and you can enjoy finest Elven cuisine outside of Lady Ceutinde's house."

Demetrius, having spent his life locked away, had never been invited to someones home for dinner. The look on his face was that of someone who had fumbled their way into riches, he could hardly hid his grin. "I've never had Elven food before. I think it sounds like a great idea." He turned to Justine as if to say can we go?

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

A grin broke out on Justine’s face. It was rare to see such excitement from her oldest friend. “It seems we will be going with you, Herneiros.”

She inclined her head again to before she began to walk out, carefully replacing the pipe.. “I hope the rest of Your day is more pleasant.”

[Demetrius]

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A day later, Demetrius returned to Neera’s hut in Deadman’s Row, entering through the doorway with only light trepidation.

[The Forgotten God]

The necromancer is wearing powder blue today and she brushed sweat-dampened blonde hair from her face. “You don’t have some new devil possessed item do you? No chickens that aren’t chickens or the like?” She winked at him. “What’s on your mind Demi?” Apparently he had been nicknamed.

[Demetrius]

“What else could a chicken be?” Demetrius asked giving her an odd look. “I didn’t bring any demons or poultry today, just questions. I’m not sure who to ask honestly, and I have a feeling if I ask the wrong person I might end up drawing the wrong kind of attention.” He let out a breath, handing over the handful of silver he has looted from the corpses of the gunmen, “Tell me everything you know about the god Estos.”

[The Forgotten God]

Neera looked at the small stack of coins. “Estos...” she said. “At the Academy we learned that he was an ancient god associated with the Mistlords,” she started. “Whether he created them or ruled them no one was really sure. You’ll get your random cult now and again that forms around his worship but they’re mostly excuses for people to have orgies and drink too much...not that I went to one one time,” she added quickly. “He has a sort of temple that people used to pay...homage? I guess that’s the word, to him at, like leaving coins in his well to keep the Mist away, total superstition.”