In The Souls of the Revenged, Investigator Vale finds himself entangled in a web of dark intrigues and eldritch manipulations as he investigates the disturbing occurrences within the sacred halls of the Home Foundation.

The narrative unfolds as Vale discovers that a malevolent mind flayer named Zyllyzx has subjugated the church’s revered priest, Father Thaddeus Everbright. Under Zyllyzx’s influence, the Father Thaddeus is compelled to persuade his congregation to pledge their eternal souls to Bartandalus, an ancient and malefic entity. Unbeknownst to many, Bartandalus had once been a formidable force, defeated by Aunt Lyra Silverdawn, a valiant paladin of Cassilda in ages past.

As Vale delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding the church’s dark turn, he unravels the threads of a plot that span centuries. Aunt Lyra, who once vanquished Bartandalus, had established this branch of the Home Foundation with the aim of providing solace and protection to those seeking the light of Cassilda. Now, with the resurgence of this ancient evil, the very foundation of the church is at risk.

Vale must navigate the intricate tapestry of deceit, corruption, and mind-altering influence as he seeks to uncover the truth while the fate of the congregants, their eternal souls, and the legacy of the Aunt Lyra hang in the balance. With the shadows of the past merging with the present, Vale must confront the malevolent force manipulating the church and prevent the resurrection of Bartandalus, lest darkness reign once more.

Excerpt - The Illithid

Investigator Vale stepped cautiously into the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with an otherworldly tension. At the center, the mind flayer, Zyllyzx, towered over the enslaved priest, his tentacles writhing with malevolent intent.

“Vale, my dear investigator,” Zyllyzx’s voice slithered into Vale’s mind, a cold whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Vale squared his shoulders, his hand resting on the hilt of his trusty sword. “Your games end here, Zyllyzx. Release the priest, and the suffering stops.”

The mind flayer chuckled, a sound devoid of any warmth. “Oh, Investigator, you greatly underestimate the power of Bartandalus. The Home Foundation will serve him willingly, or they shall suffer eternally.”

Vale’s eyes narrowed with determination. “I’ve faced evils greater than you before. Your dark schemes won’t snuff out the light of Cassilda.”

With a swift motion, Vale drew his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light. The confrontation had begun, a clash between the investigator’s unwavering resolve and the mind flayer’s insidious machinations.

Zyllyzx’s inky black eyes glowed with an unnatural fervor as he raised a tentacle, pointing it menacingly at Vale. The enslaved priest, his eyes vacant and soulless, chanted ominous incantations that echoed in the chamber.

“You cannot comprehend the depths of Bartandalus’s power, Investigator. This world will kneel before him, or it shall crumble,” Zyllyzx declared, his voice resonating through the chamber with an unsettling authority.

Undeterred, Vale stepped forward, each footfall echoing with determination. “Your threats won’t sway me, creature. I’ve seen the darkest corners of this world, and I’ve emerged unscathed. Cassilda’s light will guide me.”

With a sudden surge of psychic energy, Zyllyzx lashed out, attempting to probe Vale’s mind. But the investigator’s mental fortitude held firm. Vale’s mind was a bastion, fortified by years of confronting the unknown.

“I expected no less from the famed Investigator Vale,” Zyllyzx hissed, recoiling from the failed psychic assault. “But your resistance is futile. The priest has already set the wheels in motion. Bartandalus will rise, and your precious Cassilda will be nothing but a forgotten whisper.”

Vale lunged forward, his blade cutting through the air. The clash of steel reverberated in the chamber as the investigator engaged in a desperate struggle against the mind flayer’s dark machinations. The fate of the Home Foundation hung in the balance, and Investigator Vale was determined to tip the scales in favor of the light.