It was two hours after the incident when Jhorlia was in the middle of the town. She tried to seem anxious and concerned, but she could feel sorrow. She missed Caldwell’s charm, she was frustrated with Heswyn, but she wasn’t mad at her. It was an accident. Jhorlia couldn’t speculate what to do next. Her game plan was ruined. She was going to contemplate her next action when a scream was heard.
A woman screamed in horror, Jhorlia braced herself for this moment. His body finally must of drifted or… Jhorlia started to run, with urgency. She saw the woman horror struck as a farmer was bringing a cart into the town. People investigated and gasped in horror. The butcher said “Get Sir Garrick, he should be in the Church. Olivia, it’s Caldwell..”
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Jhorlia was horrified, mainly due to her mission was to corrupt him, not kill him. Thus, by killing his son, she had murdered him. She left that very same day.Not wanting to be bothered by the cultists, she let herself in unannounced. Upon entering the basement, she found Heswyn.“The Paladin is dead.” Jhorlia stated blankly.
“ “Mistress, I am so sorry. But, your mission was completed, yes?” She asked, her tone was of great sorrow.
“He’s dead, but my mission is a failure. They wanted him corrupted not dead. He took his life this morning.” Jhorlia returned to her usual form as she grabbed one of the chairs and collapsed into the chair. The room was dark, it had some light sources, but it seemed unusually dark. “The cultist bitch must be out?” Jhorlia grumpy from the failure said.
Heswyn nodded as she lit some candles to help liven things up, but her face showed sorrow. “Yes, mistress. She is speaking to the Grand Summoner. She won’t be back till later.” Spoke with a voice of melancholy.
Jhorlia raised an eyebrow as she felt something was amiss. Heswyn while usually apologetic when she failed or messed up seemed to be abnormally sad. Dismissing it, she asked her for some …show more content…
It ran down her cheek. “You seem very torn up about the incident.” Jhorlia asked while taking several sips of wine.
Heswyn turned as she lowered her head. She grabbed her right hand and squeezed while walking over to a box in the corner. “Yes, it was horrible mistake of mine. I am sorry mistress, I am sorry for what I did, and what I....” Heswyn couldn’t finish the sentence.
Jhorlia took a gulp of wine and swallowed. She felt a tingling sensation in her right arm. Like it was going numb, which soon spread to her body. Jhorlia dropped the goblet as wine poured out onto the floor. She couldn’t move as her senses became sluggish. She had her vision, hearing, smell, and speech. She could see Heswyn carrying a dagger and a dark orb back from the crate.
“I am sorry for this betrayal. The Dreadlords told me that if I didn't, we would all find homes in these orbs. I take no pleasure in any of this. I will protect your orb and find a way to free you.” Heswyn said resigned to her fate.
Jhorlia was not angry or frightened, in truth, she accepted the reality of her situation. This was the result of not making aggressive moves. She harbored no rancor toward Heswyn, she was above such pettiness. She spoke calmly to Heswyn, who at the last moment seemed ready to stop. “Do it, that’s my last