Myr's Sword (Surraruthru)

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmm.. This one is either insane or infected. If we release him, I think he's likely to run back to the cultists. If we take him to Aurora, he'll probably need to be isolated until we break him of it."

[Anastasia]

Kascha comes over, frowning deeply as she kneels next to him. He turns to her, the clack of his teeth slamming together as he tries to bite her. "The sin of gluttony made manifest, until the mind knows nothing of it. A victim or a brainwashed thrall I know not, but this cannot be allowed to stand."

[Yuthirin]

"We can try emergency brain surgery!" Calleigh says.

[Anastasia]

"We can take them back to Aurora," Ebony says, going to help one of the dwarves off the hooks. All the hung ones are unmoving and out cold, though bodily healed. "We can sort things out there, and if needs must, deliver justice to the glutton."

"First, we burn this cursed place to the ground," Kascha speaks up, "We burn it until nothing's left."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Yes, to Aurora. As much as I want that sword, this is more important. I can open a gate. Should I do so here, or outside?"

[Anastasia]

"Here, but one problem," Vivantha says, "I want to look first, ensure there are no more hostages or victims beyond this," she gestures, "Should we not?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods and begins searching for anything useful, survivors or otherwise!

[Anastasia]

Doing it alone or going to go with anyone else?

[Iron Dragoon]

Whoever wants to help.

[Anastasia]

"I'll help," Vivantha says, as you begin to search. This room is full of hooks and dwarves. There's another door in the back that you find, mostly obscured and only found thanks to searching. Going through it, you find strips of flesh over smoky fires, the scent of the room entirely too appealing for what it is.

Another room past it. Freezing cold, the flesh laid out here to freeze solid. Here a chained dwarf is pinned against the wall, unclad. He looks up, a bloody mouth as you see him gnawing on his chest. He's thin to the point of starvation and he looks at you, ribs visible and no beard. You don't understand what he says, but he's staring at your bodies and drooling.

There's another door leading further along past this, too.

[Iron Dragoon]

"That one is going to have to go with the glutton. Something was done to him, and he may be a danger until it's dealt with. He seems immobile for the moment, so let's continue looking."

[Anastasia]

Vivantha grimaces but continues on. The door leads up. A hallway like an inn's, with doors leading to rooms. Rooms full of food. Organs fill barrels, goblets of blood, meals laid out in flesh. You have to suppress a shudder of disgust, but your mind - perhaps it is a blessing your mind is properly warded and protected. You feel a surge of disgust, but it dies down after a few moments, smothered.Oh my blessed children, I've prepared a meal for you, for soon you will join me and we'll eat and eat until we can eat no more. I'll never let you be hungry again!

There's stairs at the far end of the hall. They go up higher in case you wish to explore more. I'm waiting, come closer my children!

[Iron Dragoon]

"This is oddly inviting... I feel like we should have the others with us if we continue."

[Anastasia]

"No. No." Vivantha shakes her head, "This...this is a nightmare." She closes her eyes and looks away, "Let us leave and burn it to the ground, and let Niflheim keep whatever cursed things survive the inferno."

[Iron Dragoon]

"If that's what you want. I won't push for it. Let's grab that dwarf and go back to the others. We still need to get back to Aurora, recover, and find Secretus."