Aurelia Furia Prima and the Tower of Death

## The Tower of Death - Preparations

Brooding, pretending to be praying and meditating, Aurelia knelt on the floor before a bank in the large cathedral of Abaddar, facing the great altar.

*Undeath. Zombies. Crawling out of a tower. Pah. The Ghostland is far enough. Why should i go there?*

She lowered her head, hands folded in front of her and whispered a passage from the Order of Numbers, Abbadars holiest book. She knew it by heart, mostly.

*There are many reasons. It's against the order. Unnatural. And an undead plague is bad for business. Trade route, merchants and goods need to be protected. Zombies only trade in despair.*

*Looting this tower might be good business though and a good opportunity to gain fame and fortune. That is enough reason to go. It is the right thing to do. A chance to prove myself. I should see if some of the others want to join. Thank you, my god, for your guidance.*

With a sudden motion she raised herself, straightening her robes and after bowing once to the altar turned and marched out with a quick pace.

Once outside she crossed the cathedrals forecourt entering a large building opposite, looking up to the golden statue of a man holding a pair of scales in one hand and a massive Warhammer in the other. The Lawgiver, a construct created by Abaddar, wielding the Gavel of Abaddar, the mystical Warhammer destroying those who carry chaos in their hearts. Like the undead.

Passing the door she nodded to the receptionists, who seemed to know her well, and took the flight of stairs to the first floor, where she knocked on a door, waiting in patience before a voice beckoned her inside after a few moments.

**Yes? Come in!**

She followed, opening the door and bowing.

**Forgive the disturbance oh great Inquisitor.** she addressed the old man in silken robes sitting behind a heavy desk, studying books and texts. Despite his age he seemed quite agile and battle hardened.

**Ah Aurelia, don't worry.  What brings you here daughter? I haven't seen you in a while.** the old man replied.

**I'm afraid we won't meet for another while. I just had an inspiration from Abaddar while i was praying. He urged me to join the crusade against this evil plaguing the land, the tower of death, which poors hordes of undead onto the land, threatening peace, trade and prosperity. I need to help put an end to it.** she bit her lips. Her voice sounded more agitated that she had realized she was. Uncertain how the old man would react, she shifted from one foot to the other, stretching her breast out and gripping her arms behind her back.

The man only looked at her in silence for an awfully long moment.

**So, Abaddar himself told you to join this enterprise? To protect the land, trade and prosperity?**

**Yes, sir. I was praying, reciting the Order of Numbers, as I had this vision. I saw a dark tower and zombies poured out of it. Then a large hammer went down on it, smashing it all. It was immediately clear to me what I should do.**

**I see, daughter.** He looked at her some more, his grey eyebrows wrinkling under the burden of stare.

**You have my blessing. And more importantly that of Abaddar. It is suitable for an inquisitor to pursue such things. I hope your journey will go well and you return safely and victoriously. Prepare yourself well. You probably learned already how to fight the undead and their necromantic masters? I guess so. Go, earn your spores, but be careful and come back. We need you here.** He nodded and waved her out of the room.

**Yes sir, I will give my best!** Hiding her smile, she bowed out of the room and went to the market, beginning to buy supplies such as rations, holy water, preparing her trip.

Then she went on to where she presumed her friends to be. Mthandihle the catfolk, called Myth and Byrke Vafri...