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On a windy, hot day of Eleint, Tizergha departed for Bezantur with her companion, driven by a purpose known only to them both.
The scent of the tall grass brought the familiar flavor of wilderness upon her, yet all too sweet and unlike the places she would usually hold dear. And so, as they proceeded upon one of the many paved roads of the Thayan countryside, the woman kept her usual manner, talking to none other than herself, and even then keeping mostly quiet.
The path proved to be perilous and harsh, and between avoiding bandits and fighting marauders, she felt the weakness coming upon her. Yet this time it was not the fevering embrace of Talona, but the sharp piercing wounds coming from arrows and blades. And not long after half of the path was behind her, Tizergha felt that her strength was abandoning her, and the darkness was creeping near.
Then, as if out of nowhere the woman heard the small twisted voice of a badger, and, leaning upon her staff with the remaining bits of her strength, Tizergha approached the creature, immediately spotting signs of madness and disease upon its rough frame.
Tizergha wiped its frothing mouth and questioned it about its presence.
The badger, on its part, deeply savaged by its rabid illness, proclaimed itself unable to die, and immediately offered its assistance. Naturally, in her weakened state, Tizergha agreed. And soon enough, true to its words, celebrating the pure glory of Talona, the creature launched onto ravishing one bandit after another, completely overwhelmed by its madness, and feasting upon their flesh with its small, sharp teeth.
As Tizergha and her companion proceeded on their way, amazed at the sight they fell witness to, Bezantur finally began appearing on the horizon. And soon enough the plagued badger too fell wasted, breathing its last, while bidding the woman to spread the word of the Mistress of Plagues in its last reeking whisper.
Like that, with her first step in the crowded streets of Bezantur, Tizerhga bidded herself to find the temple of Talona...
The scent of the tall grass brought the familiar flavor of wilderness upon her, yet all too sweet and unlike the places she would usually hold dear. And so, as they proceeded upon one of the many paved roads of the Thayan countryside, the woman kept her usual manner, talking to none other than herself, and even then keeping mostly quiet.
The path proved to be perilous and harsh, and between avoiding bandits and fighting marauders, she felt the weakness coming upon her. Yet this time it was not the fevering embrace of Talona, but the sharp piercing wounds coming from arrows and blades. And not long after half of the path was behind her, Tizergha felt that her strength was abandoning her, and the darkness was creeping near.
Then, as if out of nowhere the woman heard the small twisted voice of a badger, and, leaning upon her staff with the remaining bits of her strength, Tizergha approached the creature, immediately spotting signs of madness and disease upon its rough frame.
Tizergha wiped its frothing mouth and questioned it about its presence.
The badger, on its part, deeply savaged by its rabid illness, proclaimed itself unable to die, and immediately offered its assistance. Naturally, in her weakened state, Tizergha agreed. And soon enough, true to its words, celebrating the pure glory of Talona, the creature launched onto ravishing one bandit after another, completely overwhelmed by its madness, and feasting upon their flesh with its small, sharp teeth.
As Tizergha and her companion proceeded on their way, amazed at the sight they fell witness to, Bezantur finally began appearing on the horizon. And soon enough the plagued badger too fell wasted, breathing its last, while bidding the woman to spread the word of the Mistress of Plagues in its last reeking whisper.
Like that, with her first step in the crowded streets of Bezantur, Tizerhga bidded herself to find the temple of Talona...