Campaign of the Month: December 2007

Cold Blood

Interlude: Dagger in the Dark

In Which an Accord Is Reached.

by Darth Krzysztof

“You’re not the first person to wake me up with a knife at my throat,” growled Nashtoreth of the Umber Scales. The corpulent tiefling’s tone had served him well on those prior occasions, but the blade didn’t waver.

“I’m not here to threaten you,” the woman said, her scent and her voice accented with the unmistakable taint of Shendilavri. “But I need your attention, and I’ll defend myself if I must.”

“I know you. You’re that succubus, the one who turned stag on Malcanthet.”

“I am,” replied Kalisa. “But I have chant for you, chant that’s beyond value to the right ears.”

“Whose ears would those be?”

“You’ll know once I’ve told you.”

Kalisa allowed the priest to sit up. “Assuming your chant is reliable, what will it cost me?”

“Noxana’s left your temple, and your company. Vow to let your daughter go free – and to forgo reprisal against me, or my friends – and I’ll tell you what I’ve come to say.”

“My daughter?” Nashtoreth laughed, contemptuous and phlegmatic. “Is that what she told you? I thought you were cagey enough to know a peel when you heard one.”

“Whatever she was to you,” said Kalisa, “she won’t be any more.”

“I see.” Light reflected from Kalisa’s dagger glinted in the tiefling’s cold black eyes. “What if I refuse?”

“Then my next visit won’t be so cordial. And if you break your vow, the same.”

Nashtoreth took a moment before nodding. “Then I forsake my claim to Noxana, and I forsake my right to vengeance.”

Kalisa sheathed the dagger, apparently satisfied. “Now, let me tell you about the copy of Sigil that the baatezu are making outside of Dis.”



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