"The Veiled Goddess proved Her power by empowering the Oracle during her battle with Akkan in Ete City." Eva called out, "What exactly have the other deities done?"
Dancer could feel his rage manifesting like a coiled dragon at her words. How dare she directly imply her bedtime story was greater then his Lord? The Great Lord Akkan never would have been defeated by some dirty veiled whore. Her guards moved in on him, an unspoken command rippling though the air. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at the back of the Grandmistress. So, she was going to have him beaten, or worse, taken into custody. The former, he could handle, the latter however.... well, his excuse for a disguise was only on the surface. Capture would only result in torture, and death. So be it then, he thought, at least he would go down fighting on his home soil. Perhaps the Lords would be merciful, and send him back again. He smiled a sad smile at the thought, and reached for his sword. The thick pad of scars layered across his back pulled on his muscles. Failures didn't receive mercy.
Before he could draw, the forest suddenly burst with movement, a small horde of Undead careening though the trees at the humans. Most of the guards turned to the new threat, only two focusing on Dancer. Dodging the first guard, the cultist attempted to disappear in the forest opposite the rampaging corpses, but the second guard grabbed him by his pack. With a shout, Dancer drew his sword, infernal runes blazing in the sunlight, coming down on the man's helmet with a resounding clang. The man went cross eyed, and dropped to the ground. Dancer didn't even look to see if he'd finished the man off, simply turning tail and melting into the forest edge. It had been years since he had run for his life, and he had been much younger then. The forest flew by him in a blur, his poor eyesight forcing him to approximate every step. After running for over ten minutes, Dancer slowed to a halt, bending over and gasping for air. He threw his pack against a nearby tree, and caught his breath. That had been too close. "Thank Akkan" he mumbled, reaching for his pack. He blinked, staring the large tear running though one of the front pockets. "No," he tore though his pack, hoping it had been in a different pocket, "I don't, I don't have another copy, No...."
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Sitting in the carriage, Eva remained sheltered from the chaos of battle just outside. After a few minutes the scene became quiet. A guard approached the window and looked at Eva.
"Tha travela has escaped, Your Eminence," disappointment covered the guard's face, "but we fou'd tis book, dropped by tha travela, me thinks."
Eva took the book with interest and dismissed the guard. With interest the Grandmistress opened the book to the first page as the carriage began moving.
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End of the roleplay. It took a long time, and more could have been explored, but I think the basic goal was accomplished.
