As Only Strife Endures
Thirtieth Day of the Eight Month 292 AC
The gruesome deed of taking the erstwhile admiral's head barely merited a second look in this house of horrors. You make note to yourself to have Dany bless it with the peace of death before aught else. The last thing you desire is to see the monstrous deeds perpetrated here repeated in any manner no matter how small. "We will burn the dead but keep the rest," you announce, half to yourself. Turning to the ill-fated Tyroshi officer, you ask, "Would many have died far from the banquet hall?"
"I do not imagine many would, Kaelos," he replies after a moment's thought, obviously set at ease at being able to make himself useful. "Those driven mad seemed to seek out each other's company in their dreadful revel."
You burn the corpses where they were found in abundance: the banquet hall, the cellar... and dreadfully the kitchen, leaving the rest to the survivors of the manse. It revolts you to think it, but perhaps it is for the best that most of them are slaves used to obeying without question and the rest are junior officers content to trust you for your looks and manner of speech, though your name means little to them.
"See that you burn them all to cinder, least the curse return worse than before," you counsel before taking your leave.
Though it is likely more have perished to the Maenads unclean appetites, the threat of the manse's many dead rising was too great to ignore, you tell yourself. Yet when you finally leave by the same gate you had entered, you find... nothing, save a city reeling from the tumult of the night, hollow-eyed men and women wandering the streets with bloodied hands while others set about looting and rapine unbound by any more sinister influence than their own impulses. The slaves are rising up as leaderless and confused as many of the freemen.
Where before the Wayfinder had showed the way to at least two more of the savage Maenads, now there are none. Even when you take to the sky and cross the town from north to south and east to west the instrument is silent and still in your clawed hand, as if the monsters had been swallowed up by the ground. For a brief moment you worry about the creatures Azema holds, but they seem little changed. Your curse of transformation must be deceiving the finding spell, a thing to remember, certainly, but it does not solve your current conundrum.
What do you do next?
[] Try to divine fate of the remaining Maenads
-[] Write in how
[] Try to restore order in the city
-[] Write in how
[] Write in
OOC: Sorry this took so long. Something came up IRL.