Not a Cult of Personality

"Morley isn't dead though, look the coffin is empty this is just a trap for the person who is trying to kill Morley, not like a real funeral!" I hate having to explain the obvious, even when it isn't readily obvious and even when I didn't actually have to... Never mind lets just move on.

"We know he's not dead Lorentino, and you are right this is a trap, for you." Suddenly I'm reminded of curse assassins telling me to leave this one alone, or suddenly being really helpful, suddenly I'm reminded that I think I left the kettle on the stove and I hope it doesn't ruin the tea (that last one is much more recent and sadly I did ruin the tea).

"So the curse you put on him..."

"Will only inconvenience him and then go away." I remember being angry I missed out on seeing Morley in misery that would go away on his own so I could mock him.  It's sad that I remember that so clearly.

"So I have to wonder..."

"Why we didn't curse kill you? Simple, we didn't know who you were other than your name, and for a curse to work you have to know the person specifically." Makes sense, your hatred fuels the curse, you can't really hate a person specifically if you never met them (well I hope, because if not I'm in real trouble). There were twenty of them including their pudgy leader.  I didn't see weapons, but I figured any cult worshipping Morley were probably magic users, potentially even Necromancers.

"Morley will be upset with you if you kill me, he's your leader after all." I was stalling trying to think of a way out, burn the tent down? A little risky could end up setting myself on fire if I wasn't fast enough to escape, same with trying to burn them all up.

"Morley does not know we exist, we are his servants from a far following his deeds to enrich ourselves."

"So you are his cult but he's unaware of you? That's really creepy." Well it was I stand by that statement (not like I don't stand by everything my mouth shoots off, which has lead me to lose a lot of friendships, well that and death, lots and lots of death). Hoping to capilize on the insult I risked burning myself to death and ignited the roof of the tent, well I wanted to, but unfortunately NOTHING HAPPENED! Their chubby leader gave me a smile that told me it was not accidental.  Now there are a couple things that prevent magic being applied, I've gone over them in the past, but there is one type I might not have mentioned, and thats magic eaters. No they don't actually eat magic like a dish, but they can block its application through whatever gods horrible curse they have been given (though judging by chubby, maybe she should lay off the magic HEY YOO HISTORY BURN!).  It didn't surprise me a cult of anti magical people would form around Morley, because honestly its kind of been his thing to murder other magical users (not like by crusade or anything, but by virtue of being damn Morley).  It was surprising they were in the damn Red Hand lands though, that type of magical vampirism (and it is vampirism, part of being a magic eater is a desire to eat magic, its like a weird drug, I've heard fairly power magic eaters actually suffer withdrawls from not eating magic regularly) is exterminated because of how dangerous it is.  Its honestly one of the only things I totally agreed with the Red Hand with, well that and magic users being gods, but you know the one thing I agreed with that didn't screw over the common people immediately.

"That was delicious Lorentino." The whole group looked high.  Which was worse, because not only did that mean they were all probably magic eaters, it also meant I couldn't use my one get out of jail free card (figuratively, though I have exploded a few jail cells in my day).

"Crap." Its really all there is to say.