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

Aoskar with me? You can be his second disciple."
I looked around. The run-down shack was just as delapidated within as it
was without. It was less of a cathedral and more a hermit's hut, "Why are
there no other disciples of Aoskar?"
His smile never falted as he stared off into the distance, "Over the years I
have had many disciples. Unfortunately, they have all disappeared. It's quite
frustrating, actually. As soon as they become initiates I never see them
again," he clicked his tongue, "Lately, there has been a rumor going around
that the Lady herself is the cause. Now no one comes by any more. You are
the first soul I've seen stop by in a long while."
"Tell me more about Aoskar."
Aola's voice took on a tone of adulation and his eyes brightened as he gazed
upwards in reverence. "Aoskar is the Keeper of Gateways. Within Aoskar lies
the power of portals, doorways and opportunity. Sigil, also known as the
City of Doors, used to be the home of Aoskar, until he was 'cast' out by that
accursed Lady. Now there are few worshippers of Aoskar here because the
Lady forbids it. That will soon change, however, as I help the people to see
the greatness of Aoskar. She cannot stand against the will of the people!" He
rapped his staff against the floor for emphasis.
Annah hissed. Morte glanced side to side. Dak'kon closed his eyes as if to
center himself. Few natives were so bold as to speak of the Lady in such a
manner, if at all. The man must've been half-addled, and I was skeptical of
whether he could help me at all. Still, the trail seemed to end here, and I
was at my wit's end. "I come seeking counsel concerning a box and a fiend."
I explained to him my predicament. Aola seemed to consider things for a
moment before speaking, "I, a humble disciple to the great Aoskar, can
indeed help you. First you must relinquish the box to me."
I handed it over, with some concern. If this priest underestimated the power
of the fiend or the nature of the curse, I didn't want to be responsible for his
grisly demise. Aola seemed unconcerned, however, and placed Moridor's
Box within a wire pyramid-shaped structure, muttering a prayer to Aoskar.
The familiar shimmering of a portal soon filled in the sides of the pyramid.
Aola then casually reached through the portal and flipped open Moridor's
Box.
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