Elder Blood Witcher 176 A Clerics Luck

A group of four make their way through the Giant tombs, walking each step with caution due to the pitch blackness making them unable to see more than a few inches in-front of their own faces. The only woman of the group Rhea of Thorolund had been having the worst time she could imagine, having already been killed multiple times by the seemingly endless h.o.a.rds of the undead... The only reason they had made it down here is because of her powerful miracles that she'd been granted by G.o.d. Her other companions Vince, Nico and Petrus are average warriors in her opinion, definitely not one of the legendary knights that fought under Lord Gwyn but not complete novices either. They had barely been able to defend her against the groups of skeletons, especially so against the occasional arrow that got shot at them. She sighs, how many times had she been sliced open, stabbed, blown up, crushed and shot? She doesn't remember, all she knows is that the quest must be completed.

The exhausted group kept walking until one of the clerics spots something, "Stop" Vince whispers, "Do you see that?" he says, reaching into the darkness to try and direct his companions to the strange bald man barely lit in the distance.

Nico "Aye, could it be a person? Or another undead?"

Vince shrugs, unseen in the darkness "Either way, we must check it out... It might just be a clue to the writ of kindling.". The group head towards the bald man who perks up at the sight of them...

Good ole' trusty Patches raises his hand in a friendly gesture, "Clerics? What might you be doing in this G.o.d forsaken place?"
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Rhea steps forward, the Prism stones laid around barely providing enough vision to be seen. "I am Rhea of Thorolund, my companions and I seek the Writ of Kindling." she says, receiving a nudge and furious glare from the rest of the group. Was she not supposed to reveal their mission?

Patches "Forgive me, I've not introduced myself... I am Trusty Patches, I had gotten lost and unfortunately found myself here. Although, the Writ of Kindling did you say?" he asks recieving a nod and a smile from Rhea, "Well I think I might know where it is." he says recieving disbelieving looks from the group.

Petrus "I highly doubt that... Do you even know what it looks like?" he asks curious as he doesn't know either.

Patches frowns and scoffs,"Of course I do, I wouldn't send you away in search of an item that might not exist."

Petrus "Ah, if that's the case you wouldn't mind describing it for us then?" he asks sneering at the bald man.

Patches "Of course, It's about this large." he says spreading he hands about a foot apart, "It's circular, blue and has a skull on it." he says with confidence.

The group nods at this, they weren't told what the Writ actually looks like and this Patches seems to know what he's talking about, Vince speaks up, "So do you know it's location?"

Patches nods and points towards a nearby cliff, "I think it's down there, I had actually been trying to get down there to look but I'm afraid of heights you see."

Vince steps closer to the cliff and looks over, only to be booted off and into the darkness below, Patches stands there triumphantly with a vicious grin on his face, "You d.a.m.n Clerics, always so high and mighty... Well I'll show you what you deserve!" he says readying his s.h.i.+eld and spear.

Nico growls at this, how dare he do that to Vince! He's about to lunge at the bald man when hes kicked off the cliff by someone else, he glances at the person as he quickly falls, betrayal and despair masking his face as he sees Petrus grinning back at him.

Rhea being shocked at this sudden turn of events cautiously backs up to the cliff as Patches and Petrus nod at each other and approach.

Petrus "Well well well, funny situation we have found ourselves in isn't it? My lady." he spits, "Think your so high and mighty being of a n.o.ble lineage, you know as well as me that they just wanted rid of us!"

Rhea "No, I refuse to believe that." she says calmly, s.h.i.+vering at the eyes Petrus and Patches were sending at her.

Patches chuckles, "I never thought I'd find a Cleric I'd like, but I guess anything possible. Hahahah!" he says as he watches Petrus attempt to grab Rhea, only for her to get closer to the cliff.

Petrus scowls, "Stay where you are, I'll show you there are worse thing than death!" he reaches again only to have the young woman fall backwards, off the cliff and into the abyss below. "d.a.m.n."

Patches "Don't worry friend, they won't ever be leaving that pit... It's completely infested hehehehehe" Petrus shakes his head and starts briskly walking towards the exit of the tomb, content that no one will find out about his treachery.

Flashback end.

Rhea of Thorolund had found herself in another dire situation, worse than she had ever been in. She'd fortunately or unfortunately survived the plummet to the floor below and found Vince and Nico fighting off huge towering abominations, worm-like creatures made up of many fused skeletons, with arms sprouting from random parts of it's body, wielding swords and bows alike. While the duo was fighting valiantly they were not the abominations opponent, they were barely beating back the first enemy when another one explodes out of the ground, sealing their fate. Rhea did not know what h.e.l.l was like, but if she had to guess, this was it. Despite being a loyal Cleric for the majority of her life she apparently deserved to be d.a.m.ned down here, constantly being ripped apart by horrific abominations. Vince and Nico had hollowed quickly, leaving her the only sane one left... That wasn't likely to last much longer, as she had been feeling her emotions dulling, her body becoming more frail with each death, she'd even forgotten why they had come down to this place. She had no idea why she kept coming back to life down here, there wasn't a bonfire to facilitate it... Perhaps this really is h.e.l.l she muses, having her arms gripped again and having her body horrifically torn into halves. After coming back again, something felt different... She'd holed herself up in a crevice near where they'd originally been kicked down here, familair words coming to her mind giving her a small hope, "I only hope, in your darkest moments you find something else to hold on to."... She idly wondered what the Cat-eyed man was doing at this moment, perhaps it was foolish to hope to be rescued...