A Sordid Fellowship: Corrupted Well
Apr 10, 2024 22:56:20 GMT -5
Judas D'arc, Deminatza, and 1 more like this
Post by mcian on Apr 10, 2024 22:56:20 GMT -5
Mugsy the Mule watched as the three Cultists made preparations to disperse the wine he had brought into the well. They brought their own sigil-marked pots and cauldron, along with other supplies he did not recognize and went to the work of fitting something onto the bottom of the bottles. They then poured a horrific smelling liquid into the well first and then began dropping the altered bottles after it. It was a slow but steady process. He had been told he was going to be helping distribute a rare but delicious wine to citizens. Now he stood watching as four black-robed, hooded, figures went about their business, all but ignoring him.
One of them spoke to him at last, telling him what their plans were for their part in this. He scratched his head (the lice were more numerous there) but it was also out of befuddlement. He wanted to run away but he had been told to remain to clean up afterwards and act as lookout.
He commented on the odor whose reek lay somewhere between a week-dead cow and his own feet. He had to keep moving to remain upwind of it.
As they neared the conclusion of their work, a swarm of interlopers appeared and began questioning and threatening them. With mocking tones, the Cultists exited while Mugsy was disrobed. As members of the group went to bind him, he ran away as fast as he could, and without the robe as a hindrance, found it much easier. He ran wildly at first but then entered the Healer's House, claiming he had been attacked and wounded. Finding momentary solace, he considered his options. The deed was done, however and whatever it was for. He wondered if his master expected him to return and clean up? Maybe he could bribe a fellow or beggar to do it for him.
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One of them spoke to him at last, telling him what their plans were for their part in this. He scratched his head (the lice were more numerous there) but it was also out of befuddlement. He wanted to run away but he had been told to remain to clean up afterwards and act as lookout.
He commented on the odor whose reek lay somewhere between a week-dead cow and his own feet. He had to keep moving to remain upwind of it.
As they neared the conclusion of their work, a swarm of interlopers appeared and began questioning and threatening them. With mocking tones, the Cultists exited while Mugsy was disrobed. As members of the group went to bind him, he ran away as fast as he could, and without the robe as a hindrance, found it much easier. He ran wildly at first but then entered the Healer's House, claiming he had been attacked and wounded. Finding momentary solace, he considered his options. The deed was done, however and whatever it was for. He wondered if his master expected him to return and clean up? Maybe he could bribe a fellow or beggar to do it for him.