"I know that symbol!" said Lacrie once they'd left Quapulot mansion. The sun was shining; Dandelion was eating chocolate biscuits noisily.
"Where do you know it from?" asked Kaergat.
"It's the Order of the Good Death! I should have known they'd be up to no good!"
"The Good Death? Sounds gnarly," said Dandelion, spitting crumbs.
"Is it a religion?" asked Kaergat.
"They call themselves a religion," sniffed Lacrie. "They pretty much worship death. It's super creepy."
"Why would they worship death?" asked Brunhild, curious.
"Because they're evil, I think."
"That... does not sound like a very good explanation," said Kaergat.
Lacrie seemed uncharacteristically stressed out. "Look, death is bad, right?"
"Umm..."
"Do you want people to live or to die?" insisted Lacrie.
"She's got you there, Kaergat," said Dandelion.
"Death is bad. The Order of the Good Death are bad people. That's just how it works."
"Fine..." said Kaergat slowly. "Do they have a temple or something?"
*
It turned out that the Order of the Good Death didn't have a temple, but did rent out an office three days a week in the Temple district. Another minor religion, the Temple of Constructive Chaos, had the office the rest of the time. Unfortunately, that included today.
Also unfortunately, the priest of Constructive Chaos had decided to stonewall them.
"We just need to talk to the priest of the Good Death!" said Lacrie.
"No. No can do. Get lost."
"Listen, we think someone might die if we don't get to this person soon!"
"No shit, Sherlock!" shouted the priest. "Now if you don't mind," he said, shooing them out, "we're closed."
"You're not —"
"Forever!"
The door slammed behind them.
*
"Well. I do not know what to do," said Kaergat.
"Huh," said Dandelion. She was looking at a calling card. "Not very useful." Dandelion let the others look at it.
There was that image of the skull with a flower growing out of it. THE ORDER OF THE GOOD DEATH, it read underneath.
Beneath that, it said: We will find you.
"Excuse me," said an old woman.
"Yes?" said Kaergat.
"I overheard a little. You want to find a priest of the Good Death?"
"Yes we do."
"Did someone you know... go missing?"
"Yes, they did," said Kaergat.
The lady sighed a little. She moved up close to Kaergat and whispered. "There's a place. Near Flabbergast Square. That's all I can say." Then she moved back and gave a sad smile. "I'm sorry for your loss," she said in a normal voice.
*
Flabbergast square featured a statue of Lord Maracuya Poppycock-Flabbergast XIV, who had once been a member of the Aqua Profunda triumvirate – at least according to the bird poop adorned bronze sign below it.

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Draconic Sphere Ω
FantasyBrunhild came to Aqua Profunda to escape the suffocating confines of dwarven clan and family life. There she found the adventurer's guild Feenschwanz, and new friends: Kaergat, also a dwarf and more to the point, an overly sober runic mage; and Dand...