Running away gave Liz the freedom she always dreamed of along with the dangers she had not. Not aware of the dangers of the capital Liz sought out those in need in turn for food or shelter. The trade was working well as the word reached people a skilled healer was helping those in need. with out the need of religious affiliation. Truly a blessing to those in the capital who were in dire need. There was no shortage of offerings from the masses. Soon Liz ad a months supply of food in the mater of a few days. Not asked to work in the brothel they did offer her a room for aid.
The room was empty and was formally a storage room. A bed was moved in for her and a wash station. Here she could still see to the people and keep all of her gains from the tips she received. All of your business was diverted to the first floor while the other girls worked above. The sick and injured forming a line to the brothel leading to a name change. "The Blessed sister". The name spread like wild fire in the capital. Liz always had some one coming to see her. The capital actually improved health wise and the brothel business improved as well. However the places that were hurt were the churches.
People no longer had to feign piety to receive healing made the donations to the church drop off sharply. The church was not amused by being upstaged by this healer in a brothel. They soon set plans in motion to return the people to the rightful place for healing. Not in dark rooms or back alley but in the mid day in front of the king they made veiled threats on behalf of the gods. The gods saw lust and sin on the people demon worship was to blame in the pit of evil growing each day the king stood by and did nothing. The king sent three platoons of knights to cleans the evil of his kingdom. They surrounded the building without a word they stormed the doors and swarmed inside. The knights butchered the brothel girls and those patrons inside. Three men came into the room where you were and threw a large sack over you. "Forgive us." Was all you heard before a blow to your head knocked you unconscious.
You awoke in a cart with other people dressed in rags and chained. They were heading to a strange land, they traveled east. As you arrived to a small town they dragged you out one by one and stood each of you against a wooden pole. Above your head was a metal hook. The chains binding your hands were raised to catch on this hook. The bidding began....
The room was empty and was formally a storage room. A bed was moved in for her and a wash station. Here she could still see to the people and keep all of her gains from the tips she received. All of your business was diverted to the first floor while the other girls worked above. The sick and injured forming a line to the brothel leading to a name change. "The Blessed sister". The name spread like wild fire in the capital. Liz always had some one coming to see her. The capital actually improved health wise and the brothel business improved as well. However the places that were hurt were the churches.
People no longer had to feign piety to receive healing made the donations to the church drop off sharply. The church was not amused by being upstaged by this healer in a brothel. They soon set plans in motion to return the people to the rightful place for healing. Not in dark rooms or back alley but in the mid day in front of the king they made veiled threats on behalf of the gods. The gods saw lust and sin on the people demon worship was to blame in the pit of evil growing each day the king stood by and did nothing. The king sent three platoons of knights to cleans the evil of his kingdom. They surrounded the building without a word they stormed the doors and swarmed inside. The knights butchered the brothel girls and those patrons inside. Three men came into the room where you were and threw a large sack over you. "Forgive us." Was all you heard before a blow to your head knocked you unconscious.
You awoke in a cart with other people dressed in rags and chained. They were heading to a strange land, they traveled east. As you arrived to a small town they dragged you out one by one and stood each of you against a wooden pole. Above your head was a metal hook. The chains binding your hands were raised to catch on this hook. The bidding began....