Dominique is an attractive human woman in her early twenties who carries herself with a grace that one might compare to a feline. She seems confident in herself and in her movement, and smiles warmly at those who might look upon her.
Her hair is worn long and styled appropriately to frame her features in the best possible way.
Around her wrist hangs a golden chain with a set of feminine lips attached, carved from dark amber.
An old horse-drawn carriage pulled slowly into a section of the Sea Ward, casting its shadow upon the eroded cobblestone pavement. Clergy members of various faiths could be seen conversing casually along the busy street, discussing the numbered events of the day. As the carriage's passengers began to disembark, the carriage master hopped down effortlessly from his seat before he assisted in organising the chaotic mess of personal belongings. Dominique could not help but crack a smile at the scene; was it the confusion of those gathered that amused her, or was it simply the fact that she stood in the very same square where she used to play in that brought back fond memories? Regardless, she took her place in the readily formed queue to collect her luggage and set about her destination.
Walking through the streets with luggage in hand prompted various religious leaders to greet her and to welcome her back home. Some even stopped her in her tracks to ensure that they could ask about her travels in The Forest Kingdom, including various other curiosities. She welcomed the distractions nonetheless, as these gave her some time to reacquaint herself with the surrounding area. Though only a year had passed since her excursions in Cormyr, Waterdeep had changed considerably, too. The local people had seemed considerably more cheerful and hopeful for the future. Violence and poverty had taken many areas of the city, but its leaders worked hard to ensure that the Waterdhavian people could live safe and comfortable lives. With these thoughts in mind, she continued on her way, towards the temple of The Dancing Lady.
Spending more than approximately twenty minutes walking to her destination, she exhaled softly. Turning the corner at the end of the alleyway would bring a relieved smile to her features. Her mother had sent her numerous letters during her time away from home, and so Dominique felt that she was always connected to her family. Although it was not long before a broken cry could be heard audibly in the area. Gripping her luggage, she forced herself to break into step, running with speed towards the temple.
Standing over Priestess Lucina at the bottom of the temple steps was a veritable thug dressed in rags from head to toe, with a dagger in hand that could cut a man's throat within a moment's notice. "Give i' up, wench! Ah know you have somethin' in 'ere tha' belongs to me", he said in a southern drawl, with a mischievous grin to match. The priestess, in her confused state, simply shook her head as she stared at the cobbles, while tears began to form at the edge of her eyes. "I know not what it is you seek from the temple, but I... I will not allow you to defile this holy place!", she immediately turned her head up to meet his cold gaze, her mouth pursed in determination. The thug stared back and as he attempted to draw the sharpened dagger against her throat, a boisterous man stepped forward from one of the temple's side entrances, with a golden bastard sword in hand. Appearing furious, he quickly closed distance with the rough fellow, levelling his sword to the man's throat.
Dominique turned the corner and witnessed the desperate scene in full view. The man who had the thug within an inch of his life was her father, now pointing his blade at the man while raising his voice, "If I see your kind within walking distance of this sacred place, it will be too soon. I have spared you for today, but do not think for ONE moment that I will chance to give you mercy again. Do we understand each other, scum?". The man in the dark rags gave the priestess a chilling glare before he quickly ran past Dominique, who had currently been standing in awe at seeing her father in action. She returned to pick up her luggage and then walked swiftly over to her parents, where her father had been tending to her mother's needs. "Mother, Father, it is so good to see you both, but what a terrible circumstance that it is we meet under. Are you well? Did he hurt you? What was all of that about?", the young priestess looked between them with concern in her eyes, as she hugged both of them individually. Nevrin, her father, rose to his feet while carefully assisting his wife. His gaze was distant for a moment, as he looked from east to west in search of something. "Come, let us go inside and discuss this in the privacy of our own home. You must tell me about your adventures, my daughter.", he mused with a soft grin and patted her head with a wide open hand. They headed into the warmth of the temple, where they lounged and drank wine, recovering from that fateful ordeal.
A little girl's night out was just what she needed. The days following up to the evening had been filled with tiresome adventure and curious intrigue, enough to put a damper on anyone's mood, given time. They had all gathered at the Wailing Wheel, where Dominique and a few 'colleagues' from the docks met to buy drinks and delectable treats. The moon was full and it rose high into the night sky, shining its pure white glow over the marketplace, and so the women had stepped outside for a while to enjoy the evening, before they returned to the inn later to annoy Derner.
Strewn across the cushions of the shrine chamber was the priestess herself, decked out in a smoky pink short dress and white heels. Dominique rose up from her most elegant position a few moments later, rubbing the back of her head before checking her appearance with the use of a personal hand mirror. "Oh, goodness... What did I drink last night?", she thought to herself in an amused tone, as she casually played with her hair and gently wiped her face free of messy make-up. Rising to her feet, she knelt before the statue of Sharess, respectfully dipping her head as she offered prayers, "Forgive me, Dancing Lady, for my utterly atrocious countenance". With that deed done, she stepped out of the inner chamber and paced about curiously, moving over towards the entrance to peek outside for a time estimation. It was almost midday, apparently, and so she returned to the shrine in order to change into something clean and pressed.
Stepping out into the alleyway, Dominique was greeted by various cats that lingered around the shrine. It was important to ensure that she fed them with an appropriate amount before heading out to attend to errands. However, a dark figure in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She quickly rose to her feet as she faced the individual, her brow lowered in controlled frustration. The figure was clearly a man, dressed from head to toe in dark leathers. His face was somewhat visible under the cowl; a mass of stubble surrounding a sickening grin, with piercing gray eyes locked directly on hers. Dominique's eyes widened as she immediately recognised him, and then he drew back the cowl fully, as if her shock was a confirmation for this action. "Benerich... What are you doing here? How did you find me? Explain yourself this instant!", her voice was shaking although she tried to maintain her composure. "Ah... Dominique, ye lil' scurvy wench. Did ye think ye cou' leave ol' Wa'erdeep withou' me findin' ou'?", he said in a deep, amused manner, with a broadening grin following his words. The priestess stared at him directly for several moments, lips pursed as she considered her words carefully, while also trying not to tremble. Yet, Benerich did not approach her. Instead, he turned on his heel and stepped out of the alley, heading southward into the city. Without a prompt, she fell to her knees and looked hopelessly at the pavement. "How...? How does he know that I am here? I have to find out what he wants!", she rose up to her feet with a grim, determined expression, as she set forth to follow him.
The chase dragged her into the city core, where many people were going about their daily business. It would be difficult to find a regular looking fellow in a crowd like this. Still, she needed to maintain her determination, and so Dominique headed over to one of the War Wizards that usually patrolled outside of Jasminxor's tower. "Excuse me, sir. Have you seen anyone passing through here dressed in dark leather clothes, who is also tall, slim, and possesses gray eyes, by any chance?" she posed the question lightly, with hope on her expression. The War Wizard turned to her and shook his head faintly, "I am afraid not lass, but a fellow of that description will likely be heading for the docks. Suck types are wont to linger in those parts. Good day to you now.", he waved her off dismissively. Dominique let out a softened sigh, turning for the thoroughfare into the docks. Several people stopped in their tracks to watch her as she ran past, their brows raising in a curious manner. After a few minutes, she had reached the dock markets, and stopped to look around. It was quieter here, compared to the city core, and so she took a moment to regain her breath, and composure. She posed the same questions to those who worked at the stalls, but even they had little details to share with her, although they had smiled at her sympathetically, unlike the wizard from earlier.
It must have been closer to evening when she spotted Benerich standing at the corner near the Prancing Bull. He had waved at her playfully, before bursting into a sprint towards the east section of the docks. Dominique had been talking to the baker, with whom she shared stories of the day without expanding on the encounter with the thug himself. She said farewell and started to walk swiftly after him, lips pursed and brows furrowed into a strenuous frown. Children had been returning home from their studies, while parents looked on as she passed by. She did not wish to disturb them by raising her voice while sprinting down the street, as if she was some kind of maniac. However, it did not take long to find Benerich. He was found leaning against the wall behind Zult's money exchange, as he continued to grin with amusement, apparently.
Dominique approached him carefully. "Don' be shy, girlie. Ah don' bite, unless ye wan' me tah.", he winked. "So nice o' ye to come runnin' afta' me, as if ye was in love wi' me, ALL ova' again. 'Tis almos'... storybook, eh?", he turned to face her with an expression that had changed swiftly from amusement to an expression that held no affection whatsoever. "You are the one who prefers to run, Ben. Why did you attack my mother in Waterdeep? How did you discover that I operate in Suzail?", she posed the question in a serious tone, staring at him coldly. The rugged man released a hearty, yet broken laugh, followed by a shake of his head as he faced her. "I hear yer daddy ain' well, lass... Heard he 'as tha' gou' in his legs. What a shi' way for a warrior to go, eh? A cripplin' disease, when he was jus' reachin' 'is peak. Ah be' that' lil' squad of 'is will be downrigh' pissed when they realise it ain' gou', bu' an ambush by yours truly.", Benerich cracked another broad grin, before quickly developing into an evil cackle. She stared at him for several moments, not knowing what to believe. As it if were instinct, she stepped swiftly towards him and landed a heavy slap across his stubbled jaw, her breath laboured by the effort. The man stumbled sideways, pressing a hand to the bruise with a grunt to follow. He turned to face her in response and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her up against the wall, while lowering his voice, "Yer daddy held a blade to me throa' love, so ah figured ah'll return the favour, eh? As for lovely Lucina, well... She's tha' one who tol' me where tah go when ah proposed tah ye. Do ye not remember wha' a grea' couple we made, Dom? Ah'd give ye anythin' ye wanted, but ye already had everythin'. Ah was never good enough for ye, but ah still loved ye.", he looked at her with sad eyes for a moment, caressing her cheek.
"You were a terrible lover. You were cruel; do you not remember the times when we WERE to be wed yet you would often beat me and neglect me while you ran off with your friends to gamble away all of our coin? You were insensitive; I could never share my feelings with you, as you would simply laugh at me. I could give you more examples of your character, but it would not be enough to explain the pain I have suffered these past few years, Ben. I tried to love you, I was willing to give you my heart, I was willing to accept you into my family. Though, I realised that I deserved better than you, and that is why I confessed to Mother of your horrible deeds, and THAT is why she disallowed you from ever visiting me again.", she responded in a pleading tone, while trying to hold back a fountain of tears. "And yet, you continue to harass my family, even attempting to murder them! It is not I or my family's fault that you were banished from Waterdeep, Ben... It is your own. You started to steal and attack people in broad daylight, while claiming that you were some vigilante and working for the benefit of the innocent. The law saw right through you, and rightly so that they did. Mayhap one day you will reform yourself, and happiness may find its way to you in some shape or manner.", she continued her response, followed by a grim expression that held no compassion for the man in front of her eyes.
These words infuriated him. "Shu' up, you ain' knowin' nothin' about tha' day! Ah've mah reasons for wha' ah did, and ah ain' proud of 'em, but ye gotta do what ye need tah survive, lassie. But wha' can ye possibly do to punish me for wha' ah did to yer parents, eh? Yer in Cormyr, girl, not tha' homeland. Things workin' differen' aroun' here. An' how many lads 'ave ye enchanted wit' tha' face an' body o' yours, eh? Must be a righ' thrill for ye to fool 'em into thinkin' yer some sort o' sain', when ye make fools ou' o' yer closest friends.", he grinned wide again, hands leaving her shoulders as he stood back to regard her. Dominique's eyes began to well up, but she wiped back the tears. "You know nothing about my friends, and I will make you pay for your crimes, Benerich, even by my own hand. Nobody hurts my family and is allowed to get away with it, not even you, my childhood friend." This dragged another chuckle out of the man, as he turned on his heel with a wave. "Ah'll be keepin' an eye on ye, Dom. Don' do anythin' stupid now, eh? Wouldn' wan' daddy to go dyin' on ye..."
When Ben had disappeared from sight, Dominique fell back against the wall and placed a hand over her chest, her breath trembling with each beat. She looked towards the road upon which he tread, her brow lowered, "You will be sorry that you ever crossed me, Benerich...".
Running away was the first thought that dashed her mind that day. He had become too close, she had been too afraid to act. And so she turned her back to face the city gates, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. Now, these emotions began to flood through her system once more, as fear and dark anticipation threatened to rob that which she treasured most in life.
The Obscene Ogre was as rough as it had ever been; patrons spilling their guts over cheap mead, while courtesans milled into the nearby rooms to entreat upon their all too eager customers. Sat within a corner of the busy tavern room was a fellow dressed in leathers of blackest night, trimmed with elaborate silver embroidery along the waist and cloak. His assuming gray eyes wandered the space in which he placed himself, darting frantically for a time, perhaps in search of a particular individual. Would that she had ever entered this establishment, was one of many thoughts that raced through his twisted mind. A tankard of Chondathan ale sat in front of him, served up by the usual waitress; a woman who appeared rather exhausted from the abuse she received on a daily basis. The man's eyes absorbed her details with a faint, wry smile, as if his appetite could be sated in other ways. However, he had no time for such casual entertainment, and so, with a brisk movement, he knocked back the contents of the rusty container, and headed for the battered entrance door.
It was roughly midnight. The streets of the docks begun to settle, as merchants and commoners headed back to their respective residences, appearing pleased with the day's events. Stepping out onto the grass and leaning against the old wooden post, the man pulled out a pre-prepared paper cylinder, filled with rich narcotic substances, their scent wafting through the air around him. Removing a match from a crusted-looking matchbox, he struck it firmly against the coarse surface, before it promptly lit up in flames. The cylinder's tip was ignited and glowed like an ember in a fire. He soon began to inhale and savour the tastes of his favourite mixture, light blue smoke rising from his open mouth as he exhaled. With pupils dilating, he looked around with heightened appreciation for his surroundings, a wild grin forming on his features after a few moments of elation. Upon re-gaining focus, he tapped against his chin with a weathered index finger, "Nah, ah wonder where tha' lovely lass is... Wanna fin' ou' jus' exactleh if she been behavin' 'erself lateleh".
The priestess climbed off the caravan once it had arrived at the gates of the capital, her expression painted with sorrow and desperation as she sauntered forth. Her eyes welled up with tears, her hands slowly clenched into angered fists, and her body almost became a writhing mess. She could not lose control now, not when she was approaching the west gates. The guardsman dipped his head to her, a small, sympathetic smile raising his features as he regarded her, before opening the gates and allowing her to pass through. Dominique forced a small smile for the guard, though it was apparent that she was not in the mood for pleasantries this evening. The midnight sky above her was filled with many, many stars, with nary a cloud in sight to obscure her view of such cosmic beauty. Her gaze lingered upon the heavens for a considerable moment, as if questioning her own fate, and when she did not receive an answer, her steps continued to weakly carry her forward into the city core.
Scaling the steps which led up to the Temple of the Defenders and beyond, her eyes fell upon the wide, double doors of the holy sanctum. Lips trembled with sadness, head shaking with disappointment; perhaps at her own failings. However, this was not her destination tonight, and so she forced herself to pull away from the building where she sat in thought, conversing with the goodly clergy within. Argul, the wandering wizard concerned with Jasminxor's tower, regarded her curiously upon noticing her saddened expression, though he quickly continued upon his way. She pushed herself onward, to the northern section of the city.
Passing by the Lliiran shrine, Dominique could not help but remain where she stood, staring at the door in thoughtful silence. She had shared the dance floor with that special someone; her laughter genuine and her gaze never faltering as he guided her through a meticulous routine. "I am so, so sorry... Please, forgive me. How could I be so foolish...", she uttered weakly. She rose a hand to her right eye and wiped away a tear, before exhaling harshly. "East... I will go east of here... Mayhap I will find some peace, while nobody wanders the streets...". And with those words, she ignored the alleyway of her goddess' shrine, walking with slightly improved determination. Almost immediately with those words said, a single black cat crossed her path, before she could pass through the intersection. Her gaze followed it with sudden surprise and worry, brows rising somewhat in mild trepidation. The feline creature turned its attention to the priestess for a moment, its amber eyes regarding the woman curiously. Dominique watched the cat's movements carefully; perhaps it was trying to warn her of something, or else it was simply intrigued by her presence. Regardless, the cat did not linger, as it soon disappeared into the darkness of the shaded alleyway. The woman's eyes wandered her surroundings briefly, before she quickly continued forward.
She passed into the eastern section, where the temples of Tempus, Illmater, and Sune stood proudly under the glow of the full moon. It was quiet. Her gaze wandered the place in which she stood, taking in the details of her surroundings with the resources she had available. It was not long before she simply shook her head and gently shrugged her shoulders, stepping towards the nearby alleyway while slumping to the cold pavement. "What am I trying to accomplish here? Where am I going? Oh... I have ruined everything...", she said softly, burying her face into her knees while wrapping her arms around herself as she began to sob. No other sounds escaped the night surrounding her. Nobody came to comfort her. Yet, the sound of boots against stone alerted the priestess after a moment of realisation. She turned her head to the right, slowly, then looked up in horror as she came face to face with a familiar terror. "Nah, wha' do we 'ave 'ere, eh? Finalleh ye gettin' some jus' desserts fer bein' a deceitful lil' witch, are ye? HAH! Serves ye righ', beau'iful. Tha' pre'y face can only 'old so much 'onesteh 'afore ye crack an' go runnin' tah anyone ah'll listen tah yer storehs.", Benerich stood in full view of her, with a disgusting grin spread out over his unkempt appearance.
Dominique scrambled for the wall behind her, kicking her legs out in front in a desperate attempt to escape his clutches. The man let out a throaty cackle akin to someone with phlegm stuck in their gut. He gazed down at her with patronising gray eyes, shaking his head from side to side, slowly. "Fers, ye tern down tha' man-child o' a Milil worshipper, which was, honestleh, ra'er amusin' tah 'ear abou' from me spies. 'en ye land yerself tha' fine lookin' red'ead. Did ye thin' I wouldn' fin' ou' lass? Ah'm bleedin' Benerich, and ye be'er hrastin' remember 'at, do ye unnerstand me?", he loomed over her possessively, only a few steps away from her as he grinned mischievously. The priestess shook her head slowly as she looked at him in shock. Her mouth opened, but the words did not arrive. She commanded her strength, yet it did not come to aid her body. She lay helpless and to his mercy. "Do ye know abou' yer daddy, lass? State 'at 'e's in, ah doub' 'e'll evah recovah. So, why don' ye give up 'is charade an' come back tah Watahdeep wi' me? Ah'll treat ye righ', luv, ah promise... an' we'll go an' see yer daddy... I 'ave jus' a remedeh fer 'im." These words infuriated her, which resulted in her immediately pushing up from the pavement and grabbing him by the neck, before landing him against the wall. "I will -never- return to your side, you rotten piece of scum. My father will recover, with my aid, and we will be rid of you, forever. How about you understand that, Benerich?", she stared at him with a fiery gaze.
The man laughed harshly within her grasp. He returned her gaze with his own cold eyes, egotistically wandering over her form with a bold grin to match. "Powahful... Beau'iful... but lackin'. Shadows are mah domain, luv, an' ye jus' pushed tha' wrong bu'on wit' me." From behind Dominique came a fiend of absolute darkness, crimson eyes staring straight ahead at the altercation between the pair. It lunged forward with a shadowed hand, and she was not fast enough to dodge the blow with Benerich in her grasp. The creature knocked her to the ground with immense strength, resulting in harsh grazes on her arms, legs, and facial features. Blood began to trickle from these wounds, as she gazed up at the man and his dark servant. She tried to summon the strength to rise from the ground, but she could only lift her torso, and supported herself with her bleeding palms. Benerich knelt in front of her with a cruel smile, staring directly into her green eyes. "Ah'll take o' yer daddy fer ye, lass, ye needn' worreh abou' 'at...", as those words left his lips, he drove a silver dagger into the woman's midriff, then immediately pulled it out. Dominique gasped in shocked at the sudden pain she experienced, not crying out, but instead troubled breaths came from her throat. The man rose, dismissing the shadow creature, before dipping his head to her. "Send mah regards to yer loveleh Lady, beau'iful." And with those words, he disappeared into the night, an arrogant laughter being carried upon the wind.
Dominique held a hand to her bleeding wound, as she attempted to drag her powerless form across the street. "I... cannot... let... it end... like... this...someone... please.. help me...". The priestess eventually reached the entrance to the temple of Illmater, where she weakly raised her hand to knock upon the door, but instead, she collapsed upon the pavement, lips parted as she whispered helplessly. "Please... help... I...", she struggled, and when she fainted, all that remained was darkness.
(Many thanks to Thrym and jensmann for contributing to this post)
Golden rays of the morning sun shone brightly through the windows of the House of Healing. The clergy, alongside various volunteers and laymen, ran frantically to and fro, assisting patients with their needs. Stepping slowly out into the hall, a weak Dominique carefully made her way over to one of the tables for breakfast. She had gradually begun to recover from her injuries and displayed great progress over the recent days. The healers had been extremely patient with her, allowing her to walk as requested, while ensuring that they could aid her as necessary.
She took a seat at the table; there were various people sitting along the same bench, as well as on the opposite side, mostly involved in general conversation and tending to their morning meals. In a brief moment of distraction, she idly glanced down at her arms which had recently been covered in cuts and grazes. However, the healer's powerful magic and skillful application of bandages ensured that her skin remained relatively unmarred in the aftermath. A small smile played upon her lips as she was reminded of the kindness showed to her during her stay at the healing house. Dominique considered re-paying their assistance in the future, once she had resolved her own personal matters.
A soft bell toll rang throughout the hall; volunteers began to step out from the kitchen with bowls of heated porridge and mugs of steaming tea, serving them up to the table with care. Like the others staying at the house, the Sharessan herself was humbled by such a display of gentleness, that soon she felt not like an adventurer, but as one of the common folk in this moment. Taking a spoon in hand, she dipped her head to those who worked tirelessly to assist the destitute, soon partaking of the breakfast with a gracious expression on her features.
The sorceress tugged her hood down even further into her face as she followed the stray cat through the streets of Waterdeep. She had never been to a city this immense. Maybe under other circumstances, she’d find it quite enjoyable, but today she was here for far from pleasant reasons. Monica turned her head to glance at the paladin alongside her, mostly to make sure she and Georgette had not been separated in the crowded streets. Amusement flickered through her mind for a brief moment at how annoying it had to be to follow a hin following a cat through the crowded streets of an unknown metropolis, yet soon her thoughts found their way back to the matter at hand.
How she hated responsibility. Had she not spent all her life carefully avoiding commitment and obligations of any sort? Yet here she was in some unknown city with a fancy pants knight in shining armor to whisk Dominique’s family away on the winds to where that jerk who had hurt her couldn’t find her anymore.
“You are the only ones I can count on.”
The words echoed through the Windmage’s mind as one of her hands reached to rub her arm awkwardly. Had they done all they could? Was their planning sound?
She had left Trevor to keep an eye on Dominique resting at the House of Healing. She didn’t think that Benerich fellow would be foolish enough to attack the Ilmateri’s Sanctuary, but knowing her familiar was watching over her wounded friend made her feel more assured of the priestesses safety. Rather than teleport straight to the City of Splendors, she had had the astral winds carry them to several other spots first. While the sorceress didn’t know the abjuration magic that’d make them impossible to trace, she had increased her and the mystran knight’s resistance to spells further, hopefully making it at least frustratingly hard for whatever magical assistance that jackass may have hired, and teleported them to so many random spots in a row that she doubted anyone but another powerful sorcerer could match the sheer amount of teleports in a single day unless specifically prepared to do so.
So far so good.
“I think this must be it.”
The Mystran’s voice pulled her out of her memories and back to the here and now. There they were. Yeah… that must be the Temple of the Dancing Lady for sure. The elementalist kneeled down to gently rub the head of the cat she had befriended, sensing both its appreciation of the touch and demand for its just reward through her connection to the primal forces of the world. “Good girl. Thanks for showing us the way, and here, as promised, your snack!”
Her gaze wandered over to Georgette stammering with a head red as beet at some temple-guards that barely qualified as “clothed”, showing something hidden from view in the palm of her hand to the handsome men, their faces turning from the inviting impression one’d expect of Sharessans to one far more somber as one indicated for the two women to follow him into the temple.
The escort did not take long, and soon they found themselves in the main chamber of the temple. At the end of the room sat two individuals; a woman and a man. The woman rose to her feet as soon as her eyes made contact with the two visitors, while the man smiled warmly, remaining in his place for the moment. "Monica, Georgette, I have been expecting you. Thank you for coming to aid us." Priestess Lucina was a tall woman, of bright blonde, long curly hair and a curvaceous figure, possessing icy blue eyes and a sun-kissed complexion. The pair offered their own greetings and they were invited to sit with Dominique's parents.
They soon came into contact with Nevrin, Dominique's father and commander of the guards here at the Temple of the Dancing Lady in Waterdeep. He, too, was a tall man, possessed of a muscular physique, handsome facial features, short brown hair with a beard, and luminous green eyes. "You are both welcome to this sacred place, ladies. I apologise that you must see me in my current state, but as I am sure you are aware, I fell victim to a terrible ambush, which left me crippled. Thankfully, with the aid of my wife and the clergy of this temple, I have made a quick recovery. Now, please, what news from The Forest Kingdom?" He spoke in a deep, baritone voice, but his tone was kind and gentle, with a warm smile remaining on his features.
The pair regaled Lucina and Nevrin with the events which recently transpired, also informing them about the injuries their friend had suffered at the hands of Benerich. Dominique's mother leaned forward while her eyes began to well up with tears, her mouth trembling with great sadness. "No, my daughter... Oh, my sweet daughter. How could he do this to her? She simply desires a life of her own. Her place is out in the world, not chained to a demon such as he." Nevrin snarled as the story was told, slamming his fist upon the table in sudden anger. "That bastard, he dares to hurt our beautiful daughter! I shall put the dog down myself!" Lucina shook her head helplessly, squeezing his arm with a pleading look in her eyes. "Please, my darling, you are in no shape to confront him. This is Dominique's battle; we are in no place to aid her from afar." He simply growled and leaned forward, throwing his head in his hands, trembling somewhat.
Monica and Georgette informed the couple of their plans to teleport them to safety. They both looked back at the pair with disbelief, but considered their words carefully as they thought of the plan in their own minds. Lucina straightened up in her chair, crossing one leg over the other with a smile. "To Silverymoon, you say? As remote a city as one could find this side of Faerûn. And you are sure we will be safe there? I must notify Camilla and Rostlenem of the plan. They are our family's maid and butler, respectively. Benerich will surely target them if he knows they remain in the city, as they have served our family for years." Nevrin nodded in agreement, leaning back in his own chair with a faint grunt. "My daughter trusts you both, so I am willing to put my trust in you. I know the danger that beast poses to Dominique, but you must promise me that you will stand by her side and fight this battle with her. I cannot bear to hear of another crime carried out against her. Our struggles have placed a great weight upon her heart, and while she may always appear strong, trepidation lingers within. Aid her, and she shall aid you." Monica and Georgette nodded sympathetically in response.
With those words in mind, Lucina and Nevrin rose from their chairs and began to prepare necessities for the journey. They passed on leadership to the second priestess-in-command, Rosephelle, while Nevrin gave temporary command to Devrisen, the handsome guard that greeted Monica and Georgette from before. Lucina had sent a messenger to their villa in the North Ward, informing Camilla and Rostlenem of their plans to leave Waterdeep for the time being. It was an hour or so afterwards that they showed up by cart, stepping into the temple with expressions of doubt and worry. Nevrin regaled them with what had happened, and they agreed to accompany their friends to their new refuge. When all was said and done, Monica asked that everyone step outside so that she could work her teleportation magic, to which they abided. They located outside the temple, in one of the side entrances, where the winds began to envelop the group. The sounds of people in the bustling metropolis began to fade out, and before long, they disappeared from sight.
The Astral Wind that had embraced Monica, Georgette and Dominique’s family settled once more, finally delivering the group to Silverymoon. Once more, the sorceress had worked a simply unreasonable amount of greater teleportation spells one after the other to make tracing their destination as bothersome as possible. A brief smirk plays across her lips as she remembered the part where she had also left behind a fully warded Elder Water Elemental far too eager to drown pesky mortals appearing out of nowhere after the first teleportation to a random forest now a few hundred miles away. Part of her almost hoped some silly mercenary mage hired by their enemy had tried to follow her teleport, gneheh.
Shaking her head, she falls into step with the paladin as they made their way towards the Temple of the Lady of Mysteries. Georgette might not have magic quite like hers, but her membership in the Knights of the Mystic Fire came with boons all of its own. The mage-knight’s fellow faithful could keep an eye on Dominique’s folks while they hid in the Gem of the North, hopefully far away from Benerich’s reach.
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