Aevon

Quintos hated the Church.

He hated the self depreciating Paladins who seek to uphold the Church, but in truth, they are nothing more than bullies who seek to oppress the poor and weak while dining and plotting with the aristocracy of this stupid country to gain power.

He hated equally the preacher, their babbling of faith to their stupid god and heresy makes him want to puke. Why would anyone believe in such useless stuff when they have the strength of will to make their own? No, this country is weak, filled with soft people, the upper echelons of which are nothing more than slave drivers. The Church is in an even worst state, they have captured one of those who defend them through sacrifice, blood and sweat. Yet all they do is trial him and expects him to deviate from his mission in order to execute some old witch who speaks the truth?

And only now would he look up and look at the room in which he was locked in, a dark derelict hole. Quintos could almost laugh, to think that the almighty church actually had need of such a prison in order to hold and suppress those who would hold them. The feebleness of power! His wrist was all raw from the string which they use to hold him up. But this was nothing new to him, back when he was fighting in the frontlines; he had managed to escape from pits such as this more than once. No more would he be constrained, but he heard that he would be released if and only if he ran some errand for the Church. The guards thought that it would be safe to talk about what they would do to the prisoners when they were asleep. But they were wrong, the Fyraa never sleeps, for the enemies lurk in the shadow and they are all about. The only reason Fyraa survives is because of the vigilance they possess, and this is not something he has lost over the years.

As they brought him out, he could see that a few of those they call Paladins were standing on the altar of their god, a dwarf beside them. After listening to what appears to be the Paladin’s leader speak, he could summarise what he was supposed to do in a few lines. Go here, kill this and you are free.

As some of the other “prisoners” were asking questions, he thought about what he would need to do. Slip away in the night, kill some guards, if they were sending any and slip away. The Church be damned.

He smiled.

Harvad looked at the brute. "He said that I was free to go out. I could of course take off the bonds on you others, and take you with me, but why should I do that particular thing, I don't have to, do I?" Harvad said in the most snobbish manner he could.
His grin was miles broad, when he rose from his seat, and went to untie the other fellas. He couldn't stop grinning, showing off his big white teeth.
"I'm lookin' forward to work with you folks, that witch o' theirs'll be dead in a minute." He said, looking at them with his devillish grin.

--Incorrect Location. Reposted in correct area.--