Her painted eyes narrow in skepticism, the gears in her mind turning out of unexpected bewilderment. It was never this easy back in Barovia.
β Hired forβ¦what exactly? Bodyguard? I never even went through an interview or my proficiencies.
Besidesβ¦ β
Taking a quick skim of her surroundings, Bethanne let out a slow exhale. Neon lights so potent that they stung her eyes, fluffy hearts, soft colors in lavender and fuchsiaβ¦this definitely was a mistake. Someone sent her to the incorrect location.
β I believe I was sent to a fraud area. This looks more like a tavern for the harlots β and believe me, babochka, no one is going to be interested in handling me. β
β Did you carve it yourself? It fits perfectly. Whoever crafted it did a decent job. β
Nodding, Bethanne did not question the distance nor the cautious air. This was a common interference for the zealot β she was used to people treating her like a zoo animal that had escaped from its confines. Her appearance, being dawned in heavy battle armor and a deformed, eldritch skin, certainly did help in raising plenty of red flags.
β I am Bethanne Drozdov, the chosen of the Lord of Bones and a high ranking black knight in the Zarovich battalion.
β A quaint looking vampire β but one of blood nonetheless, β
The deep, Slavic voice abruptly broke the silence as a giant hand clasped over Blitzβs collar, lifting up the imp adorned in vampiric clothing and dangling him like a lioness to her cub. Unfortunately, Bethanne did not see through the disguise β or she simply chose to be ignorant, hopeful to find another of her lineage.
β A hybrid of some manner? You look like a daemon as well, horns and crimson flesh and allβ¦yet you possess fangs and such noble attire. Hm. You discover something new every day.
Nonetheless β a pleasure to see another vampiric being! β
The zealot flashes him a large grin β razor sheep teeth and a twin set of ginormous fangs on full display.
β What is so special about this βancient tomeβ that we have to put our lives in peril? β
Despite the fact that barbarian was more than equipped for traveling and strength, that didnβt mean she would cease her relentless bitching over the βinsignificance of a bookβ . Lacking the knowledge in any magic that didnβt concern necromancy, Bethanne only advanced in two things β hitting things very hard and manipulating the dead to her whim.
β Can you not just β I do not know, use a library? Read a few magic letters and poof, your mind is now altered to be more whimsical or some shit? β
β "Khorne is the lord of all. A devil-lord in this world dares to masquerade as one of his titles. Some fool called Bhaal." β
Ah, now that nameβs recognized. At first, her ears perk up in a familiar acknowledgement β only to progressively lower as her memory bank serves to bring not pleasant memories, but cumbersome ones instead.
β The Lord of Murder? Da, Bhaal was one of three men who sought for power and had been turned toβ¦otherβ¦mattersβ¦as a God. β
Her body tenses. One of the three so happens to be her God. Bhaal was always a thorn in everyoneβs side β including Myrkulβs.
β Violence, ritualistic pleasure, an insatiable desire for blood and mass murderβ¦I can see how he intertwines with this βKhorneβ you speak of. Does Khorne also support these endeavors?
And why would Bhaal want to masquerade as Khorne? Bhaal seems to have a decent following of his own and an unfathomable amount of power β unlike the other two of The Dead Threeβ¦ β
"Avernus is a petty kingdom with equally petty lords squabbling over small spits of unremarkable land. There is only true King of Daemons and that is the Blood God Khorne."
β Quaint. I have never heard of this βBlood God Khorneβ you preach ofβ¦ β
There is no history check for this one. She is entirely clueless and it shows.
β Blood God does have a nice ring to it, however. Enlighten me on this God.
Normally, I carry leetle to no interest in the divine due to their disrespect for my kind β but I do like bloodβ¦ β