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NOTW LI: The Trial of Lilith

Introduction
The city of Braduk was a bustling place once, a great metropolis and the beating heart of the Bannor Empire. The Bannor were known for their passion and their devotion to the Goddess Bhall. In her name, they struck out against all who would oppose them and brought to heel ancient civilizations and barbarian tribes alike. The Bannor were strong, but their Goddess was weak. She was led astray by the devil, Agares, seduced and corrupted by his voice. He persuaded her to give up on her people, and join him in the underworld where she would become his wife.
The fire Goddess fell to earth as a huge flaming meteor, which plummeted straight into the city of Braduk, and through it, creating a tear between the two worlds. Most of the people of Braduk was incinerated in the impact, but some few fell with her, and were sucked into the underworld. These were the last of the Bannor. For several days they travelled aimlessly across this barren land, they didn't know what else to do. They began to lose hope, and some amongst their number began to drift off alone. They succumbed to the aura of hopelessness and apathy that emanated from every rock and grain of sand in this dark domain. The Bannor never saw those people again, and they wondered what had become of them. The group quickly realised that this world was not uninhabited, but were surprised to realise that the creatures they found, though obviously demonic, were largely benign and docile. Most were indifferent to their presence, or at least seemed relatively dangerous. Hungry, they began to hunt these creatures were food and found their flesh not completely to their distaste. The Bannor could survive without food in this netherworld, but it reinvigorated them, giving them strength and determination to go on.
Their self-appointed leader was a Bannor warrior princess known as Capria. She had proved herself in battle long ago when she led the Bannor armies against the evil wizard Zerawun, and then again against barbarian tribes from the north. Here she rallied her people and inspired them. She said they would set up a new society in the underworld and continue life as best they could, they just needed to find the perfect spot to build their new village. This all changed one day when an angel appeared to her in a dream. His name was Sabathiel, and he told her of another portal just a few months travel from where they were now. If they could reach it, he would use his power to open the portal and they could return to the living world. Capria documented their journey, and everything the angel he told her in a journal. He appeared to her frequently, most nights perhaps, comforting her and instructing her in how to survive in this strange world. He told her of Bhall and Agares, and the threats they would likely face on their long journey.
They travelled for weeks, until they came across a bridge across an icy river, the water was refreshing and cool, but dark creatures lived below its rippling surface and the Bannor had to be cautious. There was a bridge across the river, which was very wide in places, and this lead to a ruinous stone tower. The structure seemed almost impossibly old, perhaps when the Gods themselves were young and happy. The Bannor crossed the bridge and set up camp at the base of the tower.
The next day, Bannor scouts identified some kind of procession in the distance, slowly moving towards them across the rocky hills to the east. Afraid it was a demon army come to dispatch them, Capria rallied her troops and they formed a defensive line to meet the approaching creatures. As they drew closer, the Bannor realised with some surprise that it was not an army marching towards them but something else entirely.
It was a mysterious, black-clad woman perched upon a truly huge throne, which was supported and being carried along by eight burly demons. Behind them for more then a mile stretched a trail of slaves, two abreast and crawling painfully on hands and knees which were bloodied and scarred from contact with the jagged rocks beneath them. As they neared, trumpets could be heard, and a voice seemingly from nowhere called out to them;
''Presenting the Duchess Lilith, Mistress of the Dark Plain, Lady of the Bridge! What is your business travellers?''
The procession came to a sudden stop just ten metres in front, and the woman identified as Lilith sat impatiently. She was a woman of incredible, unnatural beauty, and dressed in black lace which left little to the imagination, and stirred a flicker of arousal even in the most devout of the Bannor menfolk. Some recognised her from the stories they used to tell to their children, she was a succubus, a demon seductress. Capria called out in response;
''Be gone, foul demons! We want no trouble with you.''
At this. Lilith jumped down from her seat, lithe like a cat, and grabbed hold of her with supernatural strength.
''I know who you are Capria of Bannor, you are the scorned of Bhall, deserted and betrayed by your own God.'' She wispering, malevolently into her ear, ''And now you seek to cross my lands on your way to your supposed salvation, based on the testimony of an angel. Where is your angel Capria? Does he truly exist or are you just delirious I wonder? Perhaps we shall see.''
The Duchess leapt into the air upon previously folded wings, and shone with an eerie gold light, surrounded by dark shadows.
''You may pass through my lands, people of Bannor. I will even guide you to the Fane of Lessers, a place where the underworld and the living world mirror one another perfectly, and the divide between them is at its weakest. This is the one place you might succeed in escaping this plane of Agares. But first, you must pass a simple test. If you survive it, you shall have proven yourself worthy of return to the world above, and I shall hasten you on your way.''
With that, Lilith erupted into a cloud of dust-like particles the colour of gold and ash, which flickered and spiraled in the air before falling to the ground. Her demonic servants turned on their heels and began to make the slow march back across the bleak, grey landscape. The Bannor were left alone to contemplate their fate. What test could this demon possibly have in store for them? It was unlikely to be pleasant. They would soon find out.