The Bonehunters

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Ah, to share my fate.
A final thought, meekly satisfying in itself, as the Deragoth arrived, bristling with rage and hunger, Elder as any god, deprived of one quarry, but content to kill what remained.
A broken T'rolbarahl, shrieking its terror and fury.
A broken goddess, who had sought to heal Burn. For such was the true purpose of fever, such was the cold arbiter of disease. Only humans, she reminded herself – her last thought – only humans centre salvation solely upon themselves.
And then the Deragoth, the first enslavers of humanity, were upon her.
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'She's a carrier now,' Brokeface said, 'and more. No longer protected, the plague runs wild within her, no matter what happens to Poliel.
Once begun, these things follow their own course. Please,' he added as he watched the man attempt to awaken Torahaval, 'come with me.'
The stranger looked up with helpless eyes. 'Come? Where?'
'The Temple of Soliel.'
'That indifferent bitch-'
'Please,' Brokeface insisted. 'You will see. I cannot help but believe her words.'
'Whose words?'
'It's not far. She must be healed.' And he reached down once more, collecting the woman's legs. 'As before. It's not far.'
The man nodded.
Behind them, a single shriek rose from the temple, piercing enough to send fissures rippling through the building's thick walls, dust snapping out from the cracks. Groaning sounds pushed up from beneath them as foundations buckled, tugging at the surrounding streets.
'We must hurry away!' Brokeface said.
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Dismounting, dragging a stumbling, gasping Noto Boil with one hand, Paran kicked down the doors to the Temple of Soliel – a modest but most satisfying burst of power that was sufficient, he trusted, to apprise the Sweet Goddess of his present frame of mind.
The girl slipped past him as he crossed the threshold and cast him a surprisingly delighted glance as she hurried ahead to the central chamber.
On the corridor's walls, paintings of figures kneeling, heads bowed in blessing, beseeching or despair – likely the latter with this damned goddess, Paran decided. Depending in folds from the arched ceiling were funeral shrouds, no doubt intended to prepare worshippers for the worst.
They reached the central chamber even as the ground shook – the Grand Temple was collapsing. Paran pulled Noto Boil to his side, then pushed him stumbling towards the altar. With luck it'll bury the damned Deragoth. But I'm not holding my breath.
He drew out a card and tossed it onto the floor. 'Soliel, you are summoned.'
The girl, who had been standing to the right of the altar, suddenly sagged, then looked up, blinking owlishly. Her smile broadened.
Paran vowed, then, that he would seek to recall every detail of the goddess's upon her enforced appearance, so exquisite her bridling fury. She stood behind the altar, as androgynous as her now-dead sister, her long fingers – so perfect for closing eyelids over unseeing eyes – clutching, forming fists at her side, as she said in a grating voice, 'You have made a terrible mistake-'
'I'm not finished yet,' he replied. 'Unleash your power, Soliel. Begin the healing. You can start with Noto Boil here, in whom you shall place a residue of your power, sufficient in strength and duration to effect the healing of the afflicted in the encamped army outside the city. Once you are done with him, others will arrive, Poliel's castoffs. Heal them as well, and send them out-' His voice hardened. '
Seven Cities has suffered enough, Soliel.'
She seemed to study him for a long moment, then she shrugged. 'Very well. As for suffering, I leave that to you, and through no choice of mine.'
Paran frowned, then turned at a surprised shout from behind them.
The captain blinked, and grinned. 'Quick Ben!'
The wizard and Brokeface were dragging a woman between them – the one he had last seen in the altar chamber of the Grand Temple – and all at once, Paran understood. Then, immediately thereafter, realized that he understood… nothing.
Quick Ben looked up at the altar and his eyes narrowed. 'That her?
Hood's breath, I never thought… never mind. Ganoes Paran, this was all by your hand? Did you know the Hounds were for me?'
'Not entirely, although I see how you might think that way. You bargained with Shadowthrone, didn't you? For,' he gestured at the unconscious woman, 'her.'
The wizard scowled. 'My sister.'
'He has released the Deragoth,' Soliel said, harsh and accusory. 'They tore her apart!'