Finding a cure, torture of a Banite!

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Calowyn had listened to what the Keeper of the Grove had said about the plague. However, he could not help but think the followers of Bane were somehow involved with the plague and the worshippers of Talona. He grew impatient and had to do something besides patrol the forest.

He travelled to the Sharahan Hills has fast as he could. He knew of an alter to Bane, in the goblin caves. Once there, he waited at the Exigo Expidition camp untill nightfall. Then he snuck past the Spittles in the hills and entered their caves. He crept past most of them, but on occasionally, he had to shove a dagger in one's back or take one out with a well placed arrow.

Calowyn made his way down to the alter of Bane, just to find it crawling with undead abominations. After putting them to rest, he again moved into the shadows and made his way to the Chieftan's cavern. There he found his prey, two Banites talking with the Chieftan. He slowly moved into position and waited to strike one of the Banites over the head. He did after all need one alive, for what he had planned!

Luck was with him and he knocked the first banite out with the pommel of his sword. Then that grotesque Chieftan landed a blow to his abdomen and blood began to spew forth. Calowyn new that he had to finish this fast, before he drew the attention of the other Spittles farther up in the cavern. He ran back down the tunnel a short way, then quickly turned and stabbed at the Chieftan. Electrical sparks flew as the sword hit the Chieftan in the arm, causing him to drop one of his weapons. He could hear the other Banite chanting, and then the cleric was interrupted, as a wolf jumped from the shadows and knocked him down. The battle was over relatively fast, with Calowyn and his pet wolf victorious.

Calowyn then drug the unconscious Banite out of the caves....

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Calowyn drug the Banite all the way back to the Viridale Forest. Once there he made camp close to the river. He tied the Banite to a tree and then asked him, "What do you know of this plague." The Banite said nothing, so Calowyn took out an empty ale stein and scooped up some of the mucky tainted water. "This is your last chance, fool. Tell me what you know of the plague." The Banite again said nothing. Calowyn through the muck into the man's face. Then he scooped up some more of the tainted water. He forced it down the man's throat and repeated this process several times over the course of the night. The Banite was strong willed and still said nothing, even as his lips began to turn green and swell up. "This is your last chance to talk!" The Banite just remained silent. "Your faith is strong, I hope your god rewards you for your silence!" These were the last words the Banite heard as the icy cold dagger slit his throat.