(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"I told yeh..." Annah mumbled, her voice quivering, "I TOLD YEH!" There was
real fear in her voice now, the kind of bone-chilling terror that came with
the first inkling of forbidden knowledge. Annah drew a half-circle over her
heart, smoothly and quickly enough that it must've been a force of habit to
attempt to ward off evil with such a gesture.
I wondered how badly a fiend could hurt me. "Can you safely remove the
spells on this box?"
"Seeking to remove yourself from this box, eh? That spell is the worst of
them all. Basically, that particular spell draws energy from the current
owner of the box and uses it to power one of the spells of confinement. That
isn't the worst of it," Shilandra smiled softly, as if in pity, "The fiend inside
can smell this energy and would more than likely hunt down that person
should it escape. It's really a no-win situation to own that box. Either it
drains you dry of your energy, or the fiend within kills you."
"Is there a way to safely dispose of Moridor's Box without hurting anyone?"
She shook her head, "I am not strong enough to fight or banish such a
creature. It's been ages since I've been there, but there was a cathedral
located in middle of the Alley of Dangerous Angles. A priest or someone who
gains their power from a higher source might be able to help you."
I stifled a groan. "You've been a great help. Thanks."
~~~~~
With fire and steel we forged a path through the Alley of Dangerous Angles.
The more I handled the Art the more adept I became, and by now I was a
formidible foe by myself. With Dak'kon, Morte, and Annah behind me, the
once-proud clan of thugs that had burrowed deep in here had been cleared
out. Soon another gang would move in on this newly cleansed territory, but
for now we could traverse the Alley safely, approaching a burned-out shell
of a building that might have once stood tall and proud.
The old priest smiled as I entered. In one hand he held a grand staff, and
was draped in noble black robes trimmed with violet. He pulled gently at a
well-oiled beard snowy with age and greeted me, "Welcome to the
cathedral of Aoskar... I am High Priest Aola. Have you come to worship
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