a city and Varian's own dirty little secret connected with one another. It all made sense now. Giving the bag of loot one last look, I turned to the door and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I had to find the angel before everything crumbled.
Narius
My wings shook in anticipation as I lay on the bed. Will the pie be like a roasted fish? Or will it taste like that vegetable stick? My mouth watered, and I swallowed to keep myself from drooling.
To distract myself from the food, I studied the lavishly-decorated room I was in. Summoning the Codex to my hand, I sketched the room, containing a large, soft bed, silver candlesticks and a few portraits of various High Priests. All of them with generous builds and with a plate full of food in front of them. Do you think it will take them a long time to make a pie?
The Codex sighed. There is no pie. The pie is a lie. Narius, stop worrying about filling your endless pit, and think about how we can get out of here. In case you have forgotten, two priests are out there standing guard and preventing us from leaving. You are trapped here!
I wiped the drool off my lips. What? There isn't a pie?
That’s all you got from me? Forget the pie!
I tapped my index fingers together. But ... but why? It sounds like it would taste so good. I bet Emily would know more. Wait! What about Emily? Are they not going to bring her here?
Of course, Narius. I am sure that they will bring her here. Just so that she can explain our current predicament and help you formulate a plan to escape.
Something dropped to the floor outside the room, but figuring it was one of the priests, I scratched my head and asked, Do you think she’s all right?
Probably freezing everyone around her into an icicle right about now. Why do you care?
I... I don’t. The lock on the door clicked. Curious, I rose from the bed and waited for someone to walk in.
Really? Something that pretty doesn't come often, you know... or do you think she is some sort of hideous troll?
I waited for the door to open, but instead the handle returned to its original position. Well... well, I think she is pretty, but I don't think she likes—
Oh? Do you want to rub yourself all over her?
Feeling uncomfortable, I focused my attention on the unmoving handle and fidgeted. Not really. Although her hand feels soft.
Pity. How about just fondling her breasts?
Heat rose to my cheeks as the memory of the pleasant sensation came back to me. I hung my head and stared at the stony floor of the room. No … No?
Just imagine, the Codex cooed, grasping her bosoms like a wild animal, then ripping her clothes—
The handle on the door rattled. When the door didn't open, Emily's terrified voice followed. “The guards are dead! Anyone in there?”
My heart raced, and I rushed to the door and answered her, “Me.”
“Narius? Open up! Quick!”
I burst open the door. A beam of light from her staff blinded me. I stumbled forward, but ended up tripping on the threshold and crashing into Emily.
The staff flew from her hand. Emily yelped. Her dark hair clouded my vision while her body pressed into mine.
My arms flailed, but grabbed nothing but air. We crashed onto the floor, knocking my breath away.
As I tried to get my bearings, Emily pushed me off of her, her cheeks turning red.
Brushing off the dust smeared onto my armor, I rose to my feet when a foul stench hit my nose. I glanced around and saw a thin pool of blood leading away from the door.
Eyeing the trail of blood, I picked up Emily's staff and illuminated the dark corner where the trail led. There, a pair of blood-drenched priests lay on the ground, their unmoving eyes stared back at me, reflecting the light of the orb. Both had their throats ripped out. The sight of death made my heart slow. I walked to the dead bodies, hoping that I was wrong, but the bodies were cold and their hearts silent. I closed my eyes and bowed my head to the departed souls,
Narius
My wings shook in anticipation as I lay on the bed. Will the pie be like a roasted fish? Or will it taste like that vegetable stick? My mouth watered, and I swallowed to keep myself from drooling.
To distract myself from the food, I studied the lavishly-decorated room I was in. Summoning the Codex to my hand, I sketched the room, containing a large, soft bed, silver candlesticks and a few portraits of various High Priests. All of them with generous builds and with a plate full of food in front of them. Do you think it will take them a long time to make a pie?
The Codex sighed. There is no pie. The pie is a lie. Narius, stop worrying about filling your endless pit, and think about how we can get out of here. In case you have forgotten, two priests are out there standing guard and preventing us from leaving. You are trapped here!
I wiped the drool off my lips. What? There isn't a pie?
That’s all you got from me? Forget the pie!
I tapped my index fingers together. But ... but why? It sounds like it would taste so good. I bet Emily would know more. Wait! What about Emily? Are they not going to bring her here?
Of course, Narius. I am sure that they will bring her here. Just so that she can explain our current predicament and help you formulate a plan to escape.
Something dropped to the floor outside the room, but figuring it was one of the priests, I scratched my head and asked, Do you think she’s all right?
Probably freezing everyone around her into an icicle right about now. Why do you care?
I... I don’t. The lock on the door clicked. Curious, I rose from the bed and waited for someone to walk in.
Really? Something that pretty doesn't come often, you know... or do you think she is some sort of hideous troll?
I waited for the door to open, but instead the handle returned to its original position. Well... well, I think she is pretty, but I don't think she likes—
Oh? Do you want to rub yourself all over her?
Feeling uncomfortable, I focused my attention on the unmoving handle and fidgeted. Not really. Although her hand feels soft.
Pity. How about just fondling her breasts?
Heat rose to my cheeks as the memory of the pleasant sensation came back to me. I hung my head and stared at the stony floor of the room. No … No?
Just imagine, the Codex cooed, grasping her bosoms like a wild animal, then ripping her clothes—
The handle on the door rattled. When the door didn't open, Emily's terrified voice followed. “The guards are dead! Anyone in there?”
My heart raced, and I rushed to the door and answered her, “Me.”
“Narius? Open up! Quick!”
I burst open the door. A beam of light from her staff blinded me. I stumbled forward, but ended up tripping on the threshold and crashing into Emily.
The staff flew from her hand. Emily yelped. Her dark hair clouded my vision while her body pressed into mine.
My arms flailed, but grabbed nothing but air. We crashed onto the floor, knocking my breath away.
As I tried to get my bearings, Emily pushed me off of her, her cheeks turning red.
Brushing off the dust smeared onto my armor, I rose to my feet when a foul stench hit my nose. I glanced around and saw a thin pool of blood leading away from the door.
Eyeing the trail of blood, I picked up Emily's staff and illuminated the dark corner where the trail led. There, a pair of blood-drenched priests lay on the ground, their unmoving eyes stared back at me, reflecting the light of the orb. Both had their throats ripped out. The sight of death made my heart slow. I walked to the dead bodies, hoping that I was wrong, but the bodies were cold and their hearts silent. I closed my eyes and bowed my head to the departed souls,
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