Children of Valmar
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 64597
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Tarsa quickly rose to her feet. As Fred began to pull himself up himself
up, Sister Sharon stepped forward. “Don’t be ridiculous Fred. It’s a priestess we need, not a swordsman. Besides, you’re in enough of a mess as it is. The next wound you receive could be fatal. “Fatal?” uttered Fred, knowing that she had a point but still being insulted. Ignoring the agony in his bones from the fall of the waterfall, the burn of where the bandit’s sword had stabbed him, and the dizziness in his head, he stood up. “How could seeing a few raped wenches and butchered men hurt me?”“No, it’s not like that Fre-“ “Don’t treat me like a child, Sister. I’ve given, received, and treated bloodier wounds than you can possible imagine. Every geohound is trained in basic aid, and I promise you, that’ll come a hell of a lot more useful than a million of your bloody prayers.“No, Fred, you don’t understand. These aren’t bodily wounds. This is far worse than what any weapon could have done.” Fred raised his eyebrows. “And what would that be?”Sharon Sharon said barely above a whisper: “Valmar has enslaved children.” “Children?” Tarsa said, barely above a whisper.Sister Sharon nodded. “I’m afraid so. Valor and his minions have wrapped their claws and tentacles around the minds of these young girls, twisting and manipulating them into believing in hate, vengeance, greed, and diabolic rituals---, Fred started laughing, not too loud or hard, as it made it feel like salt was gushing into his open wound, but he laughed, nevertheless. Both Tarsa and Sister Sharon started at him, one horrified, the other disgusted. Skye simply closed his eyes and shook his head.“Stop it!” cried Tarsa, tears beginning to form in her eyes again. “This isn’t funny!” “Oh, you’re terrible!” said Sister Sharon, moving forward to slap him again. But Skye opened his eyes just in time and yelled out a warning. Fred quickly shuffled backwards, away from her. He then walked in the direction which she just came from.“Fred, where are you going?” said Sister Sharon, sounding frightened. “Fred, stop here this instant! Fred! Fred! But Fred, ignoring both her and his pain, continued walking. When he got to the back of the camp, he found nothing but a large rectangle rock, the long side facing him, but from behind it, he could hear voices. Young feminine voices.“Fred, you musn’t do this. This isn’t your area of work.” Sister Sharon whispered about a dozen armspans behind him. Or at least, she meant for it to be a whisper, but it clearly came out louder than she expected, because her hand shot up over her mouth. “Did you hear something?” one of the voices behind the rock suddenly asked.As quickly and quietly as he could, Fred crept over to the left short-end side of the rectangle rock (Since the voice sounded more from the right) and leaned his back against the wall. He looked over to his left: Sister Sharon was disappearing into one of the poorly risen tents. He looked to his right: There was a kettle boiling over a small fire, which evidently was source of the foul stench. Scattered around it were dead animals, scraps of plants, and tools, some bloody. Sitting around the kettle were two little girls, about nine or ten each. All three of them were sitting around the fire. The most he could make out of them were their hair colors (One hay-colored, one black as sin, the other auburn) “Hello?” said the same voice which had just spoken seconds before. It was coming from the blonde-hay colored girl. “Uncle John?”“Lizzle, will you sit down?” said the black-haired girl. “I swear ta Valmor, I just heard a woman’s voice.” said Abigail.“If you heard a woman’s voice, why would you ask if it was Uncle John?” said the red-haired girl, annoyance in her voice. “I don’t know. I just thought he might’a brought back a whore or a wench or something.”“Except Uncle John never fucks on the Holy Day, you dumb wench. Yur imagining things. Now C’mon. Let’s get this done. Lizzie sounded annoyed. “I did not imagine it. I’m always hearing things you guys don’t hear. I just have better ears than you.““Oh, horse shit.” Said the red-head. Yur always blabbering on about birds and snakes and splashes and people who only yur able to hear. It’s not that we can’t hear’em. It’s just you need new ears!” “Shut up!” said Lizzie.“Or else what? Will baby cry s’more? Will baby cry fur daddy?” The black-haired girl stood up. “Enough, both of you. We’re in the middle of a ceremony. Is this how you repay your god? After all he’s done for you?” She turned her head to the red head.“Mary, who was it who gave you the courage to leave your parents?” “Valmar.” Said Mary, like a sorry child talking to their parent.She turned to the direction of Lizzie. “And Lizzie, who was it who took you in after your parents died? A sniff sounded from where Lizzie stood. “Valmar.”“That’s right. You both were pathetic, miserable, scum before Valmar came. So why do you insist on wasting his time? Do you think the almighty creator has time to listen to your petty arguments? Lizzie spoke again, her voice shaky, as if trying not to cry. “I swear Abigail, though, I heard a woman-“The black-haired girl, Abigail, placed her palms on Lizzie’s cheeks. She leaned her head forward and said softly, almost to the point that Fred couldn’t hear. “No, you didn’t Lizzie. Mary and I were two feet away from you, and we didn’t hear anything. Now why’s that?” “I…I don’t know.” She said.“I do. It’s in your head. You miss your mother and father and you refuse to accept that they’re gone. Their words echo in your head. But they’re gone, hopefully with Valmar. Even if they aren’t with him yet, we can make sure they do. You would like that, wouldn’t you? Knowing that your parents are safe in the underworld, under the everlasting protection of Valmar? “Yes.”“I know you do. And if you become a perfect servant to our lord, they will be.” She removed her palms from her face. “Now, let’s sit down and finish our elixir.” Fred heard another sniff, but Lizzie sat down. Abigail joined her, retaking her spot in the middle.“Now,” said the black-haired girl. “Where were we?” Lizzie muttered and Fred only caught a few words “We…………..final ingredient.”“Ah, yes. The most important of all. It’s in father’s tent, correct?” “Nah, I got it already. It’s by Lizzie” Mary pointed to a dead rooster in front of Lizzie. Lizzie handed handed it to Abigail. Abigail then picked up a bloody knife on the ground, stood up, held the rooster above the kettle, and slit it open, from crotch to throat. A mound of guts and blood splashed and dripped into the kettle.Fred’s stomach turned. If this had been a group of gruff male bandits, he would have been unfazed. But these were children. Little fucking girls at that. Abigail drained out the rest of the rooster, and then threw it behind her. “Hand me the spoon.” Mary handed her a poorly-made wooden spoon from off the ground. Abigail stirred the kettle for about a minute. As she was doing this, the smell in it grew worse, so it was a shock to Fred when Abigail stopped stirring, leaned forward, and smelled the “Elixir.”“It’s ready.” She said. The other girls stood up, and they all held hands and raised them. She began to speak: “El padre de la oscuridad, el padre de todo, nosotros oramos humildemente, como sus sirvientes leales, para bendecir este elixir, para que podamos crecer fuertes, progresistas, y poderosas, para que podamos aniquilar a sus enemigos.”Although Fred didn’t speak the language the girls were talking in, he knew what it was: Maldito, or the according to the church, the language of the damned. It was said to be the language of Valmar himself and was commonly spoken by his worshipers. ” Bendíganos, y déjenos no mostrar clemencia a sus enemigos. Somos para suyo siempre.””Somos para suyo siempre.” repeated the other two girls. “Now,” said Abigail “Let us drink.” She scooped up some blood and gut onto the spoon and began moving towards her mouth…
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Noise Tank/MRK (This is long overdue. Note that all bandits are named after characters from The Crucible)
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