As you continue your exploration of Armag’s tomb, you enter what must be a temple to Gorum. Two churning fountains take up alcoves to the east and west of this immense chamber, their water cascading down the faces of beautifully rendered maidens as if they were crying for the souls lost in battle. Directly ahead, four rows of intricately carved columns reach deeper into the chamber, resembling armed soldiers kneeling in honor of the massive statues of Gorum at the chamber’s far end. A set of stairs descends into a passageway to the north.
As Scarlet crosses the temple’s threshold she collapses.
“Why you little shrew! YOU did this!” Scarlet screams at the acolyte.
Scarlet whacks Deidre on the side of the head with the trumpet and the audience gasps in horror. Carson gets up and scurries towards Scarlet and attempts to refrain her but Scarlet clobbers him over the head with the trumpet. He cowers in fear while Scarlet yells at him, “You foolish, pathetic man – what possessed you to propose to me in this ostentatious and ludicrous manner! Do you have no shame?”
Scarlet drops the trumpet and chases after her and successfully latches on to a flock of Deidre’s hair.
“Dawnsister, what is the meaning of this! Release the acolyte at once!” Faisal orders.
“Back off Faisal! She is responsible for this. Let me REDEEM her.”
Surprised by the vehemence and authority in the priestess’ tone, Faisal obediently backs away.
Scarlet punches Deidre in the face. She then drags Deidre by her hair to the Council table and bashes her head against the table repeatedly while the council members and the crowd watch in horror. Several members of the audience let out a shrill each time the duchess bangs the acolyte’s head shouting words of profanity.
“You selfish…” Bang. “arrogant…” Bang. “disobedient…”. Bang.
Deidre quivers in fear, as she tastes the blood gushing from her nose and eyes down to her lips.
“Please no…stop…stop…”, the acolyte pleas. “I am so sorry. Please, please forgive me Dawnsister.”
After hearing those words finally uttered from the remorseless weasel that has caused her nothing but grief for so long, the duchess could not help but smile and lets out an orgasm of satisfaction.
“Your rage is wasted in the service to Sarenrae, you need a God who will encourage you to act on your rage, to destroy those who oppose your strength and disrespect your glory! Sarenrae has kept you muzzled like a dog, taking the kicks and insults of those beneath you! Forcing you to continually give those sniveling weaklings another chance, again and again. All in hopes of them reaching redemption. Pathetic Foolishness! I require you only to break those who oppose you and to raise an army and spread your kingdom far and wide.”
“Renounce Sarenrae! Worship me as your God and fully awaken the rage within you. Fully awaken Your Ancestral Barbarian RAGE!”
Her answer given to Gorum, Scarlet’s eyes open. As Faisal helps the Dawnsister(?) up, a man appears between the statues of Gorum in what appears to be the garb of a barbarian Shaman.
“To pass into the tomb of Armag, you must impress me with your might!” the Shaman says in your native language.