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===''Imaerasta'' - The Eyes of the Dawn: 2. The Imperial Purge ===
===''Imaerasta'' - The Eyes of the Dawn: 2. The Imperial Purge ===
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* -1 Wehnimer's Mayor pens a letter to officially denounce Chaston and expose some of his shameless deeds. The Landing is taking a stand against the Prelate. Officially. http://bit.ly/2bEcDum
* -1 Wehnimer's Mayor pens a letter to officially denounce Chaston and expose some of his shameless deeds. The Landing is taking a stand against the Prelate. Officially. <span class="mw-customtoggle-myPup2" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
* -3 The Imperial INQUISITION has shown up in the Landing area. Pay your respects at your own risk, though. Here's the abbreviated account of the encounter from Madmountan: http://bit.ly/2bU9GGu
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-myPup2">~A copy of the letter sent throughout the Empire posted on the tree in TSC~
* -5 Crusader Chronicles, Issue 3, hits streets of the Landing, revealing just how low Chaston will stoop trying to keep hold over his blinded followers. OK, we *might* have to concede Chaston the LAST headline. But it didn't require an Inquisition to know that, did it? http://bit.ly/2cnes0l
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* -6 Ambrus, Disean, Chaston, Drangell, and Troops moving, and more of Rodnay's foretellings. Ask Lylia for more details of what they learned on the porch while the Inquisitor was ... Inquisitioning? Inquisiting? http://bit.ly/2c17ccq
Too all concerned People living inside the Empire,
* -7 Disean threatens Gypsy troupe's free readings; Visions at Lake Eonak show Chaston's surprise invasion of N. Hendor and stealing the throne; Inquisitor and Disean "detained" in Landing; Many, many Rooks found slain in Landing tunnels. There's so many stories to tell of this night! Brief synopsis of events from Lylia http://bit.ly/2cMA4Xn
* -7 An account and record of the visions that allowed Landing area adventurers to ... see what must be seen. Two Gold Sons, by Rovvigen: http://bit.ly/2cBgl9U
* -8 Spreading the Truth - there's a report of a mysterious paper found in the Landing, trying to spread the news about the Prelate's real actions. Let us know if you find more. Who is behind it? What will the townspeople think? How far did it come ... Will it go? http://bit.ly/2ce3UjV
* -9 The Sentinel of Faith - GM Kenstrom's storyline update about Where In The World is Chaston - and What's His New Title This Week? (and how many people died to let him give himself the new title...) http://bit.ly/2cMwRZ7
* -9 There was smoke coming from the top of the Colossus on Friday night. http://bit.ly/2c06A3s A small group was researching & loresinging a necklace that belonged to Ambrus, the Chaston Inquisitor, the source of the terrible, unnatural black fire. Via Aurach: http://bit.ly/2ctL2R7


There comes a time when leaders stop speaking for the people and only speak for their own wants and wishes. These people, when in power, can be the most dangerous because they believe they are righteous in their actions. The problem comes when the action of these men do more harm then good yet their powers go unchecked. The question is what to do with these type of people? Do you run and hide and hope they go away or do you stand tall against their abuse of power and protect those that can not be protected?

Such a man has risen to power and threatens the foundations of life in the north. This man calls himself a Prelate of the Church of Koar and says he is the messenger of Koar. This man has murdered in the name of Koar, defaced shrines to Liabo, and associate with criminals wanted by the Hall of Mages and other parts of the Empire. This man leads a group of fanatical followers calling themselves the Blameless, an order known for questionable tactics and an order not officially recognized by the church. Rumors of sightings of these Blameless and events witnessed first hand are too disturbing to put to pen.

There are people that will stand against such a person. Wehnimer's Landing will be that source of light for those that need it. We will accept any that want to seek refuge against the false prelate and his decree to purify the Empire. We will accept all races and all peoples of faith as long as you follow the laws of Wehnimer's Landing. Wehnimer's Landing denounces this new decree and will ignore any attempts to force Chaston's Edict on the town. The town will do its best to protect you from any that will come to do you harm. I ask any that want to be safe, you can find a home here in Wehnimer's Landing.

Yours,
Puptilian Peregrinus
Imaera Ranger, Defender, Mayor of Wehnimer's Landing</pre></div></blockquote>
* -3 The Imperial INQUISITION has shown up in the Landing area. Pay your respects at your own risk, though. Here's the abbreviated account of the encounter from Madmountan. <span class="mw-customtoggle-myMadlog" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
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Lord Ambrus's group just arrived.

Ambrus exclaims, "Grand evening to you all!"

Puptilian says, "Evening. Yet to be seen if its good or not."

Cryheart says, "Evening, Lord Ambrus."

Ambrus says, "The harbingers of truth and justice have arrived! We look forward to working with our brothers and sisters of faith."

Linsha asks, "Which faith might that be?"

Cryheart says, "Evening Disean."

Ambrus says, "The faith, of course."

Ambrus bows to Puptilian.

Ambrus says, "Well met, Lord Mayor of Wehnimer's Landing."

Puptilian asks, "Lord Ambrus, or do you go by Inquisitor now?"

Disean says, "I am well and renewed in the light of the God-King."

Speaking to Disean, Goldstr says, "Goods ta hears ye fine."

Ambrus says, "Lord Ambrus, Lord Inquisitor, Brother."
Ambrus nods at Puptilian.

Ambrus says, "We have come on a mission of peace."

Ambrus says, "It is just I, and Disean, Guardian of the Faith."

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "I would think you would be housed down in the Outpost. If needed I'm sure Hearthstone just north of here has a room you can rent. The last Inquisitor stayed there for his time here."

Disean says, "You are a child of the Serpent, your complaint is disregarded. Your heart and work is dark."
Disean nods at Hadya.

Disean says, "Be fortunate the God-King suffers your presence this moment."
Disean clenches his jaw.

Ambrus says, "Now now..."
Ambrus nods at Disean.

Ambrus says, "A mission of peace."

Ambrus says, "I am merely here to perform my task for the Church, and the Patriarch."

Cryheart says, "I would think that mission of peace would allow tolerance of other's beliefs for the time being."

Ambrus says, "The connection between the half-elven rebels and Hendor is one of great alarm. We must discovery how wide spread this truly is."

Puptilian says, "If it is Hendor you are worried about you are way far away from that Barony. I suggest a more South Eastern Route to get there."

Ambrus says, "We had made brisk travel plans, and so, we had hoped for some lodgings in your fair town."

Disean says, "Lady Casiphia, of the One Faith, may offer us shelter within."
Disean nods at Ambrus.

Ambrus says, "There is, perhaps that option."
Speaking to Disean, Lylia says, "Casiphia, now there is a name I have not heard in some time."

Aydan says, "Casiphia hasn't been seen in these parts in a few months."

Disean quietly asks, "Where is she?"

Aydan says, "Not here, that's for certain."

Speaking to Ambrus, Albanus says, "Although, as the Mayor has suggested, the Hearthstone Manor to the north has housed past Inquisitors."

You say, "Watch out for orcs."

Mohrgan quietly says, "There are some Sea caves not far from here. Raznel used to favor those. Perhaps you can sleep there."

Evia says, "Why yes she did, Chaston Griffin must know all about them in that case."
Seomanthe suggests, "There's always the Hanging Inn a lil way back down the road. Very dilligent waitstaff there."
Disean whispers something to Ambrus.

Ambrus looks over at Disean and shakes his head.
Speaking heartily to Disean, Chamorr says, "Indeed."

Speaking to Disean, Sareyna says, "Killed any defenseless women of late you pathetic puppet."

Ambrus says, "A mission of peace, Defender. Let her wild tongue dig the grave, not you."

Ambrus begins chuckling at Cryheart!
Ambrus asks, "All half-elves?"
Cryheart smiles at Ambrus.
Ambrus says, "That would be absurd."

Ambrus says, "We are merely here to uncover how far and wide the connection between the Scions and Sir Thadston and Hendora allies stretch."

Ambrus says, "If the rebellion has been squashed, pray be to Koar."

Ambrus asks, "If the seeds of unrest and treason still linger in this area?"

Ambrus shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Ambrus says, "Now then, there's quite a few voices, and chattering."

Ambrus asks, "Lord Mayor, have we quarters to use within the town?"
Ambrus peers quizzically at Puptilian.

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "As mentioned earlier you can stay in the outpost or I am sure Hearthstone will work for your needs."
Evia says, "I heard the inns were all full."

Ambrus says, "We would like to begin our work tonight, and of course, be as quick as possible in our investigation, but of course thorough as well."
Evia says, "Something about Frontier Days."

Ambrus says, "I would rather avoid the Outpost. It is of course, a subject of our investigation. But I wish to be as impartial as possible."

Puptilian says, "Inquisitor Brieson found his time in Hearthstone comfortable."
Puptilian shrugs.

Speaking to Ambrus, Albanus says, "I assure you that Hearthstone Manor is quite impartial, and neutral ground."


Ambrus says, "Hearthstone Manor? I suppose that will suffice. It will be a further walk to all of the locales we intend to visit within the town, but, perhaps you are running out of room due to the festival soon."

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "If you have business with peole in the town you can make arrangements to speak with them at the Hearthstone Manor. Until I hear from Thadston or Earl Jovery over my opinions on an Inquisitor here, no Inquisitor will set foot inside the gates."

Ambrus says, "With all due respect Lord Mayor, the Earl Jovery and Sir Thadston are in no position to speak with any authority on this matter, as they are themselves subjects in the investigation."

Ambrus says, "I have been sent by the Church of Koar of the Turamzzyrian Empire."
Hadya says, "Odd, I thought the Mayor had authority over who he lets in town."

Speaking to Ambrus, Albanus says, "Brother Ambrus, far be it from a simple acolyte as myself from telling you Church business...but the Landing does not lie within the Empire."

Disean says, "Silence your tongue Ivasian whore, or I will rip it from your throat."

Ambrus glances with dismay around the area.

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "And Inquisitors that have come inside the town tortured, kidnapped, and hired thugs for killing. I nor the town are fond of Inquisitors as a whole even if Brieson did a good job."

Ambrus glances at Disean.

Ambrus shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

Ambrus says, "He is a passionate one, young Disean."

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "Its more about the fact that the Earl and Baron Malwind have their protection over this town and will hear my petitions. Its about authority and not opinion."

Speaking to Ambrus, Hadya says, "He is, do forgive me; making it difficult to believe you are here peacefully."

Ephya says, "Now now.. everyone. The last two inquisitors died horrible deaths... what is this one going to think if we talk to him this way."
Ephya gazes in amusement at her surroundings.
Ambrus says, "Oh, trust in me, if we were not here peacefully, the young Blameless would not have tolerated her breath, let alone her words."

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "And the fact you bring a Blameless with you worries me about being impartial. Until those worries are resolved we are not permitting anyone including an Inquisitor in town."
Faint golden lines trace across Raelee's skin as she appears to focus...

Disean clenches his jaw.

Ambrus says, "I will need access to town to complete our investigation."

You see Lord Ambrus the Inquisitor of the Church of Koar.
He appears to be a Human.
He is average height and appears to be advanced in years. He has deep-set blue-green eyes and dark skin. He has very short, thick dark brown hair shaved at the temples. He has a long face, a crooked nose and a neatly-trimmed dark brown beard.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a crystal amulet, a trimmed white leather coat, a strand of blood marble prayerbeads, a hammered rolaren breastplate emblazoned with the image of a golden crown on a field of white, a pair of smooth leather gauntlets with polished white ora studs, a simple silver wedding band, a gold-stringed dark canvas pack, a gold-bound ebonwood scabbard, some padded dark suede trousers, and a pair of heavy black leather boots.

You see Disean Andrews the Blameless.
He appears to be a Human.
He is tall and appears to be very young. He has dark steel grey eyes and tanned skin. He has a bald head. He has a clean-shaven face, a thin nose and a broad chest. A ring of fresh scars in the shape of a crown have been burnt into the flesh of his head.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a gold-veined pure white Koar symbol, a pale suede longcloak lined with grey fur, a tailored grey leather satchel, a snowy white linen shirt, a crown-embossed white tabard of resplendent white wool, some drake-etched gilded bracers, a pale lacquered sheath bound in gold filament, some cross-buckled grey lambswool trousers, a pair of black leather boots embossed with invar plates, and a strand of blood marble prayerbeads.

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "Then have the Church send a more impartial Inquisitor in your steed without Blameless escorts."

Ambrus says, "Luckily, the Baron of Bourth has already agreed to provide escorts in the town, when we conduct some of our work."

Cryheart asks, "He has?"

Evia says, "This seems highly irregular."


Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "And he has no authority here to do so."

Ambrus says, "If Disean troubles you, I can can conduct my work in town, without him at my side."

Ambrus says, "Compromise, after all."

Ambrus asks, "We seek truth, do you not?"

Ambrus says, "I find it certaintly concerning, a wide range of known criminals, and those of Lornon, are permitted so easily within your town."

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "If you seek truth then send someone else. His relation to you and the Blameless makes you less then impartial. If you plan to stay then conduct your interviews in Hearthstone. I wont stop anyone from coming to you willingly. That said I wont let you in town."

Ambrus asks, "But a truth seeker of the church is finding it challenging to be let in?"

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "People of all faiths are permitted in this town. That is our freedom to choose our own faith."

Ambrus says, "Understand Lord Mayor, you are also involved in the investigation. I had hoped to question you sooner rather than later, as I can imagine your schedule is...hectic."

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "I will gladly let you speak to me. Lets head north and settle you in and I'll be the first interview....outside of the Landing."

Cryheart asks, "Ye hae a list of whom ye intend to question, Lord Ambrus?"

Disean says, "I will go arrange our quarters."

Disean nods at Ambrus.

Disean just went north.

Ambrus twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.

Speaking to Ambrus, Aydan repeats, "Is there a list of persons of interest you're intending to question?"

Ambrus says, "There is."

Ambrus nods at Aydan.

Aydan asks, "Who is on this list?"

Ambrus says, "And it is subject to shrink, or expand, as the investigation continues."

Ambrus says, "I am sorry, that information is not public."

Ambrus says, "To help protect the integrity of the investigation."

Ambrus asks, "Silence is often the most damning evidence, wouldn't you say?"

You ask, "Where's Turinrond when you need him?"

Ambrus says, "We are investigating the half-elven Scions and Sir Thadston, and his Hendoran allies."

Disean just arrived.

Ambrus peers quizzically at Disean.


Disean says, "The rooms are full in the Manor. They were just bought up, the doorman claims."

Ambrus says, "I see..."
Evia says, "Aah a pity."

You say, "I swear I didn't send an urchin to buy up all the rooms just now."

You grin evilly.

Speaking to Disean, Puptilian says, "Tell the doorman to make room and not to give you a hard time about it. The rooms are not full, he is giving you a hard time to enjoy himself."

Ambrus nods at Disean.

Ambrus says, "Tell him the good mayor said so."

Ambrus nods at Disean.

Disean just went north.

You say, "He needed time to sneak some half elves through the back door into your quarters."

Ambrus says, "Now then, I shall conduct most of my questioning, from those who accept such, at Hearthstone."

Ambrus nods.

Ambrus says, "However, I will investigate a few locations within town as well."
Ambrus nods at Puptilian.

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "That will be up to discussion at a later time once youare done with your interviews."

Ambrus says, "It really is not up to debate, as a protectorate of the Turamzzyrian Empire. You have no laws forbidding me to enter."

Ambrus says, "And it would be extremely careless to create any obstacles for my investigation."

Speaking to Ambrus, Puptilian says, "As a protectorate you have no laws stating you have authority. Even Sir Thadston respected our laws. So did Inquisitor Brieson."

Ambrus says, "I would remind you, it is Sir Thadston's questionable behavior, that has drawn this attention here."

Ambrus asks, "Now then, any further questions before I go get settled, and perhaps begin some of my work?"

Speaking to Ambrus, Albanus says, "I have a question, Brother."

Ambrus peers quizzically at Albanus.

Speaking to Ambrus, Albanus asks, "Is it true that Koars' Light is as grossly incandescent as his followers say?"

Ambrus says, "There is no light brighter than the glory of the God-King."

Speaking to Ambrus, Hapenlok says, "Except one of your Blameless soldiers on fire."

Ambrus says, "I shall get settled, and perhaps conduct some business tonight, if not, certaintly tomorrow evening and for the days to come."</pre></div></blockquote>
* -5 Crusader Chronicles, Issue 3, hits streets of the Landing, revealing just how low Chaston will stoop trying to keep hold over his blinded followers. OK, we *might* have to concede Chaston the LAST headline. But it didn't require an Inquisition to know that, did it? <span class="mw-customtoggle-myChron3" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-myChron3"><pre{{log2|font=arial|border=none}}>THE CRUSADER CHRONICLES: 3rd EDITION.

HEADLINES:

ORDER OF AZURE SUN RECRUITS BLOOD MAGE PROTÉGÉ!

WEHNIMER’S LANDING MAYOR OBSTRUCTS INVESTIGATION, SIDES WITH REBELS!

LANDING MILITIA PROTECTS WITCH-POSSESSED MEMBER! COVERS UP CONSPIRACY!

VAER’SAH CLAN AELOTOI CITIZEN CONFESSES BLOOD MAGIC IS LEGAL IN LANDING!

THADSTON CONFIRMED TO SPEAK FAENDRYL! COLLUSION DEEPENS!

WEHNIMER’S LANDING. A DEN OF DARKNESS? </pre></div></blockquote>
* -6 Ambrus, Disean, Chaston, Drangell, and Troops moving, and more of Rodnay's foretellings. Ask Lylia for more details of what they learned on the porch while the Inquisitor was ... Inquisitioning? Inquisiting? <span class="mw-customtoggle-myLylia2" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-myLylia2"><pre{{log2|font=arial|border=none}}>The board's seen some great use as a propaganda vehicle and a place for IC posts, but I'm going to step OOC for a bit to see if we can catch each other up to date on the latest happenings. Please chime in with anything I've skipped!

- Inquisitor Ambrus has been questioning people about Thadston, Puptilian, and others in an attempt to determine any connection between Lornonite activity, half-Elven treachery, and the local leadership.

- Disean appeared on the Hearthstone porch last night and asked about Casiphia, the onetime faithful Koarite who lost her faith in Chaston and fled south. Disean wanted to make sure she was safe and "far, far south of here."

- The doorman mentioned reports of Chaston Griffin and Drangell departing Talador some days ago. They appeared to be headed in different directions, he said.

- Rodnay, the blue boy, also visited the Hearthstone porch talking about visions of people with their white curtains drawn. He also mentioned Chaston and Drangell on the move. (Other people will have to fill in more here; I missed Rodnay as Lylia was being questioned by Ambrus at the time -- and if anyone wants to know more about that, please feel free to ask her.) </pre></div></blockquote>
* -7 Disean threatens Gypsy troupe's free readings; Visions at Lake Eonak show Chaston's surprise invasion of N. Hendor and stealing the throne; Inquisitor and Disean "detained" in Landing; Many, many Rooks found slain in Landing tunnels. There's so many stories to tell of this night! Brief synopsis of events from Lylia <span class="mw-customtoggle-myLylia3" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-myLylia3"><pre{{log2|font=arial|border=none}}>Whew, busy night last night! I hope I got this substantially right; please amend anything I didn't quite catch, other folks who were there. :)

It started with the Gypsy Troupe's Frontier Days presentation of fortune-telling. Disean showed up and said, in essence, "I have a fortune for you. Here's your future -- eternal damnation because you didn't turn to Koar!" Then, Rovvigen and others among the group got visions of an old man telling Rovvigen and others to gather along the shores of Lake Eonak. When they got there, the mirror-like surface of the lake changed to reveal visions of Chaston arriving in Hendor, at the largest settlement there, a walled city -- Lolle. He and his Blameless ordered the gates opened, and Hendoran soldiers lined the walls, but someone opened the gates.

The soldiers on the walls never turned. Possibly held there in thrall by Chaston's spooky mind-control nonsense, they faced outward even as the Blameless filed into the city and fired on them with crossbows. We saw the Blameless converging on the keep in the center of the city. Doors opened and townspeople poured forth, but not to fight the Blameless; they fought the remaining Hendoran forces, and in the vision, we saw the torchlight glinting from their prayerbeads and symbols of Koar. They broke through and laid waste to the Earl's audience chamber, and although Earl Jovery himself wasn't killed, he was taken by the Blameless through some kind of portal, leaving Chaston Griffin on the seat of the Northern Sentinel.

Ambrus and Disean were both captured alive (Ambrus after getting a raise, heh) after trying to flee the area, having accomplished all they set out to do, according to Ambrus.

I know other people will have logs to post and more detailed information -- I left out a lot of fabulous details -- but wanted to give an at-a-glance rundown for anyone who missed it. I was there, and I apparently missed a good part of it because people set me straight on some facts I had scrambled. Thank you for clarifying!

--- Lauren, Lylia's player</pre></div></blockquote>
* -7 An account and record of the visions that allowed Landing area adventurers to ... see what must be seen. Two Gold Sons, by Rovvigen: <span class="mw-customtoggle-mySons" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-mySons"><pre{{log2|font=arial|border=none}}>Leyan, Imaerasta 7th
By Rovvigen

*On the night of Leyan, Imaerasta 7th at 9pm (est) the Gypsy Troupe prepares for their event of Divination and Discussion as Frontier Days continue. Ordim, Tuilinneth and myself set up the silk amethyst tent and refreshment cart. As individuals start gathering inside the tent visions of the future are provided for all inquiring individuals. As I finished up my next to last reading, I offered Disean (a Blameless soldier) a general reading using Tarot Cards. Below is the conversation we had.

Speaking to Disean, you say, “Would you like a general reading from the tarot cards?”

You nod at Disean.

You gather the gold-edged cards from a small compartment inside the agate-inlaid case.

You cut the gold-edged cards several times, then softly stroke the top card with one finger. You flip the card over and place it carefully in view, face up. It is the card with the artwork of five gems upon it. You glance at the card for a moment, deep in thought, then place it back into the deck.

You say, "Loss, unemployment, money problems, destitution."

Speaking to Disean, you say, "You will come into trouble in your near future."

Speaking to Disean, you say, "But do not fret with great courage and stride the outcome will be peaceful."

Speaking to Disean, you say, "I see you being fearless in any dilemma you come accross."

You take a drink from your dark roast coffee.

You set the gold-edged cards into a small compartment inside the agate-inlaid case.

Disean asks, "You...think I have come for my reading?"

Disean says, "I have come to deliver yours."

Speaking to Disean, you say, "I do, this is what we provided tonight."

Speaking to Disean, you ask, "You have?"

Disean says, "There is a baptism of fire coming. This world will be purged of the tainted blood of hathlyn, and the followers of Lornon will burn, and we shall scatter their ashes on the wind."

Tuilinneth blinks at Disean.

Ordim squints at Disean.

Disean says, "Dark magic will be driven into extinction, and your demonic sight of the future, squashed."

Speaking to Disean, you say, "There is no need for that here."

Disean says, "That is your future."

Speaking to Disean, Alisaire asks, "Do you posses the sight of the future, then?"

Speaking to Disean, you say, "We are simply offering readings to those who have requested one."

Disean says, "That is the truth of your fate, whether your dark cards speak it or not."

Speaking to Disean, you say, "You did ask for a general reading."

Disean says, "Your dark magic will not survive long in the new dawn."

Disean just marched out.


*After providing readings and shutting the Gyspy Troupe event down in the landing, I along with other Jastev followers begin to see an Old grey haired man out of the corner of our eyes. Followers of Lord Jastev share the same vision as I accross the lands, but through my gift of "sight" (divination), we are able to see happenings which took place in capital of North Hendor.


You see an old grey-haired man out of the corner of your eye.

You ask, "Can i help you?"

The old grey man wanders off, beckoning you to follow.

You ask, "Where do i need to go?"

The old grey man appears out of the corner of your eye. He faintly whispers, "Call the children of tomorrow."

The old grey man appears out of the corner of your eye. He faintly whispers, "Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight."

You say, "Ordim and I are of the sight."

You say, "Can we help you."

You say, "The children of the sight are assembled. Bring forth your business."

You say, "Our numbers are small, but our faith is strong. We will answer your call."

The old grey man appears out of the corner of your eye. He faintly whispers, "Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight, and those of Jastev."

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, "Who are you looking for ?"

You say, "I am of Jastev."

You ask, "I am of Jastev and the two of sight are here? Would you like a reading?"

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, "Are you talking to the air ?"

The faint image of an old, grey-haired man appears briefly out of the corner of your eye.

Speaking to Ordim, you say, "Talking to old man who is appearing to me."

Speaking softly to you, Ordim asks, "What does he look like ?"

Ordim says, "Mysterious men make many maddening musings more mystical."
Ordim twitches, trying to control a vocal outburst, before settling into a disdained grumble while regaining composure.

You say, "You keep appearing out of the corner of my eye and i am getting impatient."

You ask, "May we help you?"

You say, "As i have said you requested the follower of Jastev and the sight seers and we are here."

The faint image of an old, grey-haired man appears briefly out of the corner of your eye. He wanders off, towards Lake Eonak.

Stormyrain [Local]: "The visions are showing us that our Lord wishes us to head to Lake Eonak for those who wish to join."

*As Lord Jastev has led me to Melgorehn's Reach, Lake Eonak,

You ask, "I am the follwer of Jastev and the sight seers are here, may we help you?"

Speaking to you, Stormyrain says, "You are among others."

The old grey man appears before you, wandering out into the waters of the lake. "Make your sacrifice here, leave your gift. See what must be seen." He whispers to you.

The old grey man appears before you, wandering out into the waters of the lake. "Make your sacrifice here, leave your gift. See what must be seen." He whispers to you.

You gather the gold-edged cards from a small compartment inside the agate-inlaid case.

You say, "I offer these cards as a gift."
You raise your gold-edged cards skyward!

A brief gust of wind stirs around Rovvigen, tugging a gold-edged card from his small hand. The card flips through the air, fluttering on the wind like a feather before it lands face up on the surface of the lake. The image is that of two golden suns. The card sinks beneath the water.

Speaking to you, Ordim exclaims, "Two gold suns!"

Evia says, "Extraordinary."

A shimmer of grey light ripples across the surface of the lake.

Speaking to Areigha, Stormyrain says, "Our lord often operates in the grey."

The moonlight bends along the surface of the lake, lines of silvery light stretching from shore to shore. Soon, the lines begin to curve, bending towards Rovvigen who stands at the bank.

A faint humming plucks at the back of your mind, but the sensation is elusive and passes quickly.

You say, "Two golden suns represent a question of whether to hold on."

Speaking to you, Stormyrain says, "--I don't think that is what he's trying to say. If history is any indicator, we're about to see much more."

You say, "I am a proud follower of Jastev."

Speaking to you, Ordim says, "I think we are about to find out just how proud."

Speaking to you, Archales says, "One must have absolute certain to walk his path."

You say, "And i stand by my faith."

Speaking to Archales, you say, "And i do have absolution."

Puptilian says, "Lets witness the whole of the vision and maybe it will make more sense."

The surface of the lake begins to shift and churn, deepening to a solid silver light, no longer reflecting the sky and stars above, but appearing more like a stretch of captured moonlight.

Speaking to you, Stormyrain says, "A precursor to the message our Lord is bringing through your hands."

Speaking to Stormyrain, you say, "I accept with open arms."

Within the lake, the images churn and reform. The icy peaks of mountains are still in view, but so is the wide, tall, fortified stone walls of a huge city. Stretching up above the walls is a large stone keep, and countless silver banners whose blue phoenix emblem flap in the wind.

Within the lake, a blink of pale green light appears in the distance. Soon after, a small flame appears. Then another, then countless more. Like a roving sea of fireflies, the host of torches move out of the dark of the wilderness, and towards the massive gates of the huge fortified city.

You ask, "Tell me of the city we see?"

Aydan says, "Lolle, it's the capital of North Hendor."

Aydan says, "Earl Jovery rules from there."

Within the water of the lake, an army of white-armored crusaders appears, the light of their torches casting an eerie, orange glow across their stone faces, shadows filling the creases of their crown-shaped scars along their bald scalps. They are countless, and before them walks another garbed in white, the collective torch light pale in comparison to the inferno of his golden eyes.

Speaking gently to you, Stormyrain offers, "And myself, and Archales--but he's using your gift, to show us what is happening."

Speaking quietly to you, Stormyrain says, "He has shown us bits and pieces like this in the recent weeks--a way to keep us informed as to what Prelate Chaston is doing--with his army of Blameless."

Within the water of the lake the sea of crusaders approaches the gates, where Hendoran soldiers line the ramparts like a polished wall of steel. A voice, gruff and commanding, shouts down at the golden-eyed man and his army of Blameless.

Within the water of the lake, the golden-eyed man speaks. His voice is loud. His words echo all around you, as if he stands before you. "Open the gates, allow Koar's work to be done."

Within the water of the lake there is a loud cranking sound, and the wide gates of the city of Lolle begin to open.

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "The voice came to me asking me to open gates and allow Koars work to be done."

Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man marches through the opened gates of Lolle, his army of Blameless flowing in behind him. As they enter into the streets, many in the back ranks of the Blameless stop, slowly turning to withdraw crossbows from their flowing white cloaks. The Hendoran soldiers stand upon the ramparts, many unmoving, backs turned to the Blameless, their eyes still drawn to the outside of the city.

Speaking to Beldannon, Stormyrain says, "Hard to know with our Lord whether we are watching what has happened, what is happening, or what will happen."

Within the water of the lake the echo of the crossbows is resounding. A line of bolts arc up towards the walls, where the soldiers backs are still turned. Many cry out in surprise, as dozens fall out of sight, some tumbling over the walls, others gasping as the bolts dig into their backs or sides. Chaston pauses for a moment, looking back at the gates they passed through, nodding as blood begins to drip from the ramparts.

Within the water of the lake the streets of Lolle open wide, many homes shuttering their windows. The golden-eyed man and his army continue their march, slowly approaching a hill where a huge stone keep stands as a looming sentinel over the city. At the base of the hill, a small army of Hendoran soldiers have already formed, weapons drawn, shouting at the crusaders as they approach.

Within the water of the lake, flecks of light begin to appear along the narrow and winding streets and alleys of homes and buildings. Suddenly, in between the Blameless and the Hendorans, crowds of townspeople begin to pour out into the streets, weapons and torches in hand.

Within the water of the lake the light of the townspeople torches comes into view, as nearly a hundred flood into the streets. The glow of the torches finally illuminates the townspeople...and the light catches along the surface of their gold and white medallions and prayerbeads.

Within the water of the lake the cries of battle echo out, as if all around you. The Hendoran soldiers pause briefly, and it costs them. The townspeople fall on them like vultures, clawing, fighting, slashing, stabbing, stomping, burning every soldier in there way. Having no other course of action, the Hendorans strike back, doing their best to defend and fight. Many of the townspeople fall quickly, no different then grain to a farmer's scythe.

Within the water of the lake the streets run wet and red. Townspeople pile up, as do Hendorans, a sea of groaning, bloodied bodies. Soon the golden-eyed man moves forward again, he and his Blameless stepping over the sobbing, wounded bodies of both commoners and soldiers alike. Chaston makes his way to the keep on the hill.

Within the water of the lake the images shift and churn, slowly changing.

Within the water of the lake a grand hall appears. Its ceiling is expansive, decorated with huge banners, tapestries, and stone-framed windows. Columns of stone serve as rows and rows of support for the huge chamber, their surfaces chiseled with patterns and other images.

Within the water of the lake the rest of the chamber comes into view. Dozens of Hendoran soldiers stand before an old, stone throne, where a man of declining years sits, a parchment in his hand. There is little color left in his short, white beard. The light of the room's torches enhance the color of the gold coronet on his head. His pale blue eyes look up, as the doors of his throne room fly open. He lets out an audible sigh.

Within the water of the lake the cacophony of battle echoes out once more. The throne room is a blur, a flurry of white, blue, and blood.

Within the water of the lake the sound of painful groans hangs in the air. The carved stone columns are painted red in the blood of the soldiers, and behind them, dozens of Blameless rise back up to their feet, wounds healing as they press on. The Earl lays near his throne, hands almost as bloody as his blade. His blue and silver tabard is soaked with blood, his gold coronet fallen on the ground beside him. He coughs, blood, spit, and curses.

Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man steps towards the throne, slowly kneeling beside the broken Earl. He places a hand on his cheek, grinning wide, his golden eyes gleaming. With his other hand, he grabs up the coronet on the ground, then tosses it against a stone column, where it clanks and bounces away. The golden-eyed man climbs up onto the throne, as white-armored crusaders move in around the injured Earl, jerking him up to his feet.

Within the water of the lake a flash of green light appears, swirling into existence within the throne room. Three white-armored crusaders approach it, dragging the bloodied Earl with them. They disappear into the portal, as the golden-eyed man nods approvingly from the seat of the Northern Sentinel.

Within the water of the lake churn one last tie, and then returns to normal, reflecting the sky and the stars above.


*Almost immediately as the water of the lake churns Inquisitor Ambrus says they have concluded the investigation and making their way out of town. All of a sudden a War horn blows and a group following Major heads to the Hendorian Outpost.
Sir Thadston gives the order to his soldiers to apprehend Inquistor Ambrus and Young Disean, a Blameless soldier. From there a search accross the eastern side of Elanthia persists to apprehend the two. Inquisitor Ambrus was apprended shortly thereafter at the Glatoph Ruins, however, Disean was no where in sight. Thadston again gave the order to his soldiers to find and arrest Disean. Under the city, adventurers came across a lot of dead Rooks. Roblar found Disean, who was taken into custody and held in the Brass Tower, Second Floor. Ambrus, too, is under lock and key.</pre></div></blockquote>
* -8 Spreading the Truth - there's a report of a mysterious paper found in the Landing, trying to spread the news about the Prelate's real actions. Let us know if you find more. Who is behind it? What will the townspeople think? How far did it come ... Will it go? <span class="mw-customtoggle-myEstone" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-myEstone"><pre{{log2|font=arial|border=none}}>Early in the morning, before sunrise, a piece of white paper was discovered on the town square bench.

The page, written in Common, reads as follows:

~* THE WITNESS *~ Vol 1; Issue 1

In today's news:
* Chaston's Talador Temple Scene of Blood Rituals & Blood Magic as Troops Drink Blood
* Inquisition Member Calls Jastev's Gifts Dark Magic
* Church Official from Talador Conquers North Hendor with Blood-fueled Legions, Takes Earl Jovery Prisoner
* Piles of Townsfolk in Landing Found Dead Underground at Hands Of Prelate's Hand-Picked Shameless Soldier
* One Earldom Throne Down-Will Chaston Set Sights on Empire Throne Next?

~-o-o-~

It seems as if someone is spreading the truth around the Landing!

<small>Post by ESTONE</small></pre></div></blockquote>
* -9 The Sentinel of Faith - GM Kenstrom's storyline update about Where In The World is Chaston - and What's His New Title This Week? (and how many people died to let him give himself the new title...) <span class="mw-customtoggle-mySent" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-mySent"><pre{{log2|font=arial|border=none}}>Within the last few days, in the region of North Hendor, the conspiracy and rumors regarding Hendor trying to break free from the Empire, while utilizing half-elven allies, has reached a fever pitch. A host of Blameless crusaders, led by Prelate Chaston Griffin, marched on the city of Lolle, the capital of North Hendor and the seat of Earl Jovery's power over all northern provinces. The gates of Lolle opened and welcomed the Prelate and his host of faithful warriors, but some witnesses describe an uncalled level of butchery in response to some Hendoran forces that did not take kindly to their arrival. Others claimed that it appeared as if some of the Hendoran soldiers were in a trance, unable to defend themselves.

A conflict of reports have since trickled out of Lolle, where some claim radical Koarite citizens of Lolle took to the streets and savagely murdered Hendoran soldiers that were defending the Earl's Keep. Other reports are a stark contrast, saying that the Hendoran soldiers tried to wrongfully squash protests of the faithful, and in the end it turned violent, but the followers of Koar prevailed. By the end of the night, Prelate Chaston and the Faithful had reached the throne room of the Earl's Keep, where more fighting ensued, but the unyielding Blameless were victorious. It is said that Prelate Chaston had Earl Jovery apprehended for his crimes against both the Church and the Sun Throne. The Earl was alive when captured, and supposedly escorted to an unknown location to face trial.

From the seat of North Hendor, Prelate Chaston declared himself the acting Northern Sentinel of the Turamzzyrian Empire, and swore to uphold the faith of the Church and the true tenets of the God-King. A trove of evidence, including documents and witness reports, were then securely dispatched from Lolle, to the Patriarch of the Church of Koar in Tamzzyr, along with details of such sent to Emperor Aurmont and the Council of Lords.

The Prelate has claimed that he will shoulder the burden of the Northern Sentinel's responsibilities until such a time when a new successor can be named, once the Hallowed Inquisition has concluded in full and all remnants of corruption have been eradicated from the Empire.

A swirl of rumors have already spread, that Prelate Chaston, the Sentinel of Faith, has left the city of Lolle and is scheduled to travel to various locations in the Northern Provinces of the Empire, where he intends to make a very important announcement, and a call of unification among the faithful.</pre></div></blockquote>
* -9 There was smoke coming from the top of the Colossus on Friday night. Via Aurach: <span class="mw-customtoggle-myCrown" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
<blockquote><div class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" id="mw-customcollapsible-myCrown"><pre{{log2|font=arial|border=none}}>[Colossus, Crown]
The king's stone locks have been blasted by centuries of wind, and the head that was once crowned and full is bald now except for a few rounded protrusions. As you gaze up at the stars which fill the sky from horizon to horizon, you feel as though you too are an immortal ruler surveying your domain. But the lands are barren and the chill night wind buffets you with fits of mocking laughter. You also see a chipped and fractured ear and a great furrowed brow.

(Aurach carefully takes the wrapped necklace out from a pocket in his cloak, setting it down.)

Stormyrain says, "Last time I was here was for the crowning of Aiska, if you will."

Stormyrain smiles.

Lylia nods at Stormyrain.

Stormyrain says, "That--that was Koar."

Speaking in Faendryl, Alasatia says, "I was just thinking how much I miss her."

Lylia says, "Indeed."

Alasatia says, "I was just thinking how much I miss her."

Lylia nods at Alasatia.

Lylia says, "I miss her too."

You remove an enruned black coral amulet from in your obsidian wool cloak.

Alasatia says, "And it was the last time I was here, too."

Alasatia says, "Fitting."

You softly ask, "Do we sing, or have a sorcerer and mage examine first?"

Drektor takes a bite of his cocoa-dusted almonds.

You speak quietly in flowing elven, preparing the Sun Burst spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
A sudden burst of bright light emanates from your hand!
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.

You offer your black coral amulet to Alasatia, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

(Stormyrain kneels down and runs a bit of dirt through her hands, chanting softly under her breath.)

A low rumbling can be heard off in the distance.

Alasatia has accepted your offer and is now holding an enruned black coral amulet.

Stormyrain leans back.

Stormyrain dusts off her hands.

Alasatia turns over her black coral amulet.

Alasatia takes a moment to observe her black coral amulet.

Alasatia murmurs, "The runes are not something I recognize."

You steeple your fingers, quietly observing your surroundings.

Alasatia murmurs softly under her breath, preparing a spell...

Alasatia gestures at an enruned black coral amulet.

Alasatia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.

Alasatia murmurs softly under her breath, preparing a spell...

Alasatia gestures at an enruned black coral amulet.

Alasatia hurls a stream of fire at an enruned black coral amulet!

The black coral amulet glows with a warm aura then quickly cools off.

Waves of fine mist scurry around you in a somber dance.

Lylia makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...

Lylia gestures at a black amulet.

The air around you sparkles briefly.

Someone sings of Kai's many triumphs, lifting your spirits.

The mirror images surrounding Stormyrain undulate and grow stronger.

Alasatia says, "It is the same as the others though."

Stormyrain furrows her brow.

Alasatia says, "Not the kind we can get at the magic shoppe in town."

Alasatia murmurs softly under her breath, preparing a spell...

Alasatia gestures at an enruned black coral amulet.

Alasatia gazes thoughtfully at her black coral amulet.

Alasatia offers Lylia a large red apple.

Alasatia offers Lylia an enruned black coral amulet.

[Colossus, Crown]
The king's stone locks have been blasted by centuries of wind, and the head that was once crowned and full is bald now except for a few rounded protrusions. As you gaze up at the stars which fill the sky from horizon to horizon, you feel as though you too are an immortal ruler surveying your domain. But the lands are barren and the chill night wind buffets you with fits of mocking laughter. You also see a chipped and fractured ear and a great furrowed brow.
Also here: Drektor, Stormyrain, Azryen, Lady Lylia, Alasatia
Obvious paths: none

Lylia furrows her brow.

(Lylia looks a little tentative about reaching for the amulet.)

Lylia accepts Alasatia's black coral amulet.

Lylia put a cherry-filled loaf of dark bread in her wrap.

A low rumbling can be heard off in the distance.

Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.

Alasatia reminds, "Caution with words.. and thoughts."

Lylia gestures at an enruned black coral amulet.

Lylia makes a quick gesture while calling upon the powers of the elements...

Lylia gestures at an enruned black coral amulet.
Nothing happens.

Lylia offers Alasatia an enruned black coral amulet.

Alasatia cocks her head at Lylia.

Alasatia accepts Lylia's black coral amulet.

Lylia admits, "I could tell little about it."

Alasatia offers Stormyrain an enruned black coral amulet.

Drektor takes a bite of his cocoa-dusted almonds.

Stormyrain nods in agreement at Drektor.

A light mist drifts down from the grey skies.

Lylia says, "It defied Phasing, and I could not corrupt its essence."

You steeple your fingers, quietly observing your surroundings.

Drektor takes a bite of his cocoa-dusted almonds.

A low rumbling can be heard off in the distance.

Alasatia offers Stormyrain an enruned black coral amulet.

Azryen folds his hands.

For a brief moment, a ripple passes over the black coral amulet.

Stormyrain accepts Alasatia's black coral amulet.

Lylia looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.

Lylia narrows her eyes.

Speaking in Faendryl, Azryen asks, "Do we trust that human she's towed along?"

Alasatia frowns.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at an enruned black coral amulet in her hand.

Stormyrain casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Alasatia examines her fingernails.

Lylia nods at Azryen.

Alasatia says, "It.. It."

You are now speaking Faendryl.
Speaking in Faendryl, you softly say, "Yes."

Azryen shifts his weight.

Alasatia asks, "Did you see that?"

You are now speaking Common.

You feel the protection of your deity's influence fade.

Azryen nods slightly.

You nod slowly.

Alasatia wrings her hands.

Stormyrain says, "I would politely remind you all that I have no idea what you're saying in Faendryl."

Stormyrain carefully inspects her black coral amulet.

Stormyrain closes her eyes for a moment.

You are now speaking Common.

Alasatia says, "When it rippled."

Drektor gazes up into the sky.

(Stormyrain covers the amulet with both hands, murmuring softly under her breath.)

Alasatia whispers to the group, "It may be transmitting.. I wonder, if .. Well, if it can be reversed."

Alasatia's expression is ponderous as she chews on one side of her lip.

Stormyrain softly chants, "May the protection of Jastev be upon me. May the darkness held within this amulet remain there. May my song show us what we need to see, without opening a channel to the darkness within."

The mirror images surrounding Stormyrain undulate and grow stronger.

Stormyrain renews her songs.

Stormyrain sings something in Guildspeak that you don't understand.

The black coral amulet seems to respond to the magic of Stormyrain's song.

Stormyrain sings something in Guildspeak that you don't understand.
The black coral amulet seems to respond to the magic of Stormyrain's song.

Stormyrain sings something in Guildspeak that you don't understand.

The black coral amulet seems to respond to the magic of Stormyrain's song.

Stormyrain sings something in Guildspeak that you don't understand.

The black coral amulet seems to respond to the magic of Stormyrain's song.

Stormyrain slowly empties her lungs.

For a brief moment, a ripple passes over the black coral amulet.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at an enruned black coral amulet in her hand.

Alasatia narrows her eyes.

A sudden gust blows the rain at you in a stinging attack.

Stormyrain says, "Nothing ..of note but some definite heat at the end, again."

Stormyrain turns over her black coral amulet.

Alasatia nods slowly.

Drektor says, "I feel like i can smell it too."

Drektor makes a sour face.

A mote of golden light burns into existance within the black coral amulet.

Lylia nods at Drektor.

You feel more refreshed.

Lylia narrows her eyes.

Stormyrain squints at an enruned black coral amulet.

You softly say, "Golden eyes..."

A second mote of golden light burns into existance within the black coral amulet.

Stormyrain nods in agreement to you.

Alasatia murmurs, "Gold has never been my color."

You softly say, "Perhaps set it down.."

Stormyrain says, "Don't have to tell me twice."

Stormyrain carefully places an enruned black coral amulet on the ground.

Stormyrain dusts off her hands.

You nod slowly.

Alasatia takes a moment to observe an enruned black coral amulet.

Your thoughts and feelings stray outward, as they impinge upon your companion's thoughts, you edge a bit of tiredness to them and soon your companion feels the need to rest.

Waves of fine mist scurry around you in a somber dance.

Lylia closes her eyes for a moment.

The voice of Chaston says, "That does not belong to you."

You feel more refreshed.

Alasatia smirks.

Azryen arches a skeptical eyebrow as he takes in his surroundings.

You feel your companion has found a place to rest and curled up for awhile.

Speaking to an enruned black coral amulet, Stormyrain says, "No? Well, it happened upon my path and I was simply trying to determine who it does belong to. Like any bard would."

Alasatia asks, "No? Is it yours?"

Drektor glances suspiciously around the area.

>mychar 'nor does Hendor belong to you but now it is claimed.
Aurach 'nor does Hendor belong to you but now it is claimed.

The voice of Chaston says, "We know of your true art, blood mistress."

Stormyrain raises her eyebrow, the dark bloodjewel half-ring set within only enhancing her skeptical expression.
Delicate mist clings softly to your exposed skin.

Stormyrain says, "Oh, that's a good one."

Speaking to Drektor, Stormyrain says, "We should add that to the list."

Speaking to Lylia, Alasatia comments, "Did you know use of these amulets in the past have been frowned upon by the church of Koar? Dark magics, they say."

Speaking to an enruned black coral amulet, Stormyrain says, "Interestingly enough, not a drop of blood was used. Yet you accuse."

The voice of Chaston says, "Dabble, steal, meddle, all that you wish."

Lylia says, "The one who held it last seems to have no need of it now."

Drektor shifts his weight.

Speaking to an enruned black coral amulet, Alasatia repeats, "Dark magics."

Azryen glances at you.

Stormyrain folds her hands behind her back.

The voice of Chaston says, "The Baptism of Fire is coming. The revival is spreading. Darkness is on the run, and shadows will not thrive when the world is blanketed in the light of the God-King."

Lylia echoes, "Dark magics."

Lylia says, "I have heard that phrase before."

Alasatia asks, "Fire?"

Alasatia claps her hands.

Azryen says, "I've yet to see anyone running."

Lylia smiles quietly to herself.

The voice of Chaston says, "It is not too late for you yet."

Lylia says, "We have faced worse from stronger foes, you know."

The voice of Chaston says, "Accept the light of the God-King, or fade with the shadows."

Alasatia says, "I do however, think it is too late for you."

Alasatia nods to an enruned black coral amulet.

The voice of Chaston says, "I am not your foe."

The voice of Chaston says, "I am your savior."

Lylia says, "The strongest light casts the harshest shadows."

The forlorn howl of a wolf can be heard in the distance.

Deep in thought, Lylia laces her fingers before her.

Drektor rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Lylia says, "The Faendryl need no saviors."

Azryen cocks his head.

A light mist drifts down from the grey skies.

Lylia says, "We are not a lost people."

Lylia says, "I daresay none here are."

Speaking to an enruned black coral amulet, Stormyrain says, "My Lord shows me paths around shadows and into light--but I thank you for the offer."

You feel more refreshed.

Lylia surveys the area.

Speaking simply to Lylia, Alasatia says, "Humans."

Alasatia shakes her head, clucking her tongue.

Drektor flatly comments, "I can probably save myself."

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Alasatia.

Azryen chuckles to himself.

A sudden burst of white light briefly illuminates the dark clouds overhead.

Speaking softly to an enruned black coral amulet, you say, "I am curious who you have there with you.. whispering in your ear.."

Stormyrain glances up.

The voice of Chaston says, "I speak on behalf of the God-King, he guides me, and for a time still, he offers his mercy."

The voice of Chaston says, "But that time is running out. Soon, all will be judged. No shadow or corner safe."

Lylia says, "Curious. We have seen Koar appear here, in this very place."

Alasatia agrees with Lylia.

The voice of Chaston says, "You have seen nothing yet."

Stormyrain smiles.

The mirror images surrounding Stormyrain undulate and grow stronger.

Stormyrain renews her songs.

Lylia quietly says, "You seem a much smaller man, following a much smaller Arkati."

Drektor says, "All might include you."

Alasatia says, "We have seen a great many things."

Delicate mist clings softly to your exposed skin.

Speaking to Lylia, Alasatia says, "Tiny even."

Alasatia holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.

Speaking softly to an enruned black coral amulet, you say, "Does he now, thrice before I have watched your delusions stir up such troubles and on each, you failed..."

The voice of Chaston says, "I will gladly die for the cause, and be judged. I follow the truth and the light of the God-King."
You feel more refreshed.

Drektor slowly empties his lungs.

Drektor warns, "That might come sooner than later.."

Stormyrain quietly says, "I think you truly believe that."

Alasatia agrees with Stormyrain.

Lylia nods slightly at Stormyrain.

The voice of Chaston says, "There is no greater truth."

Azryen narrows his eyes.

Lylia asks, "And what of the one who held this amulet before we encountered it?"

Lylia tilts her head back.

Lylia mutters something about rain.

Lylia asks, "Is he another to be sacrificed for the god-king?"

Chaston's voice trails, slowly fading from within the black amulet. "...that is not yours..."

[Colossus, Crown]
The king's stone locks have been blasted by centuries of wind, and the head that was once crowned and full is bald now except for a few rounded protrusions. As you gaze up at the stars which fill the sky from horizon to horizon, you feel as though you too are an immortal ruler surveying your domain. But the lands are barren and the chill night wind buffets you with fits of mocking laughter. You also see an enruned black coral amulet, a chipped and fractured ear and a great furrowed brow.
Also here: Drektor, Stormyrain, Azryen, Lady Lylia, Alasatia
Obvious paths: none

Lylia replies, "Not yours either, now."

A low rumbling can be heard off in the distance.

You nod slowly.

Alasatia tiredly says, "We've covered that, already."

The golden motes of light disappear. The area around the amulet begins to heat up.

Drektor fans himself.

Lylia takes a few steps back.

Lifting first one foot and then another, Alasatia slowly backpedals.

Alasatia says, "Careful now."

Lylia gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...

Lylia gestures.

A wall of force surrounds Lylia.

Stormyrain leaves your group.

Stormyrain joins your group.

The magic surrounding Aurach extends to Stormyrain.

You softly say, "Step back."

Drektor leaves your group.

Azryen takes a few steps back.

Stormyrain takes a few graceful steps backward.

Drektor joins your group.

The magic surrounding Aurach extends to Drektor.

A burst of flames erupts from the ground and soon a furious fire begins consuming anything combustible there.

You nod slowly.

Azryen ducks his head.

Alasatia murmurs softly under her breath, preparing a spell...

Stormyrain swears under her breath.

Drektor carefully looks himself over.

Speaking to Drektor, Stormyrain asks, "Why is it always fire?"

Alasatia glances at a shadowy black fire.

The fire is burning furiously. Flames leap and flare, sparks snap and fly, and thick smoke curls away into the air.

Stormyrain suddenly bursts into flames!

Drektor suddenly bursts into flames!

Lady Lylia just went down a chipped and fractured ear.

Stormyrain falls to the ground screaming in agony!

Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

Alasatia begins to frantically roll Stormyrain around on the ground trying to put out the flames!

Alasatia fails to put out the flames surrounding Stormyrain!

The flames surrounding Stormyrain flare up and sear her skin!
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to chest toasts skin nicely.
The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left arm burns skin bright red.
Alasatia begins to frantically roll Stormyrain around on the ground trying to put out the flames!
Alasatia manages to put out the flames surrounding Stormyrain! Stormyrain sits up and brushes some smoldering ashes from her clothing.
Alasatia rolls Stormyrain over.

Alasatia rolls Stormyrain over.

Stormyrain rolls around on the ground.

Drektor screams in agony as the flames continue to burn the flesh from his bones.

Azryen rolls Stormyrain over.

Stormyrain stands up.

Azryen pushes on Stormyrain without much success.
The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to head. That hurt a bit.
Smoke continues to rise from Stormyrain as her clothes smolder.

>symbol of return
The power from your symbol dissipates into the air.
An occasional droplet splashes down from the sky with a soft PLINK.

Azryen suddenly bursts into flames!

You invoke a guiding spirit, imploring it to return you to safety...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture.
Nothing happens.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.

Alasatia suddenly bursts into flames!
Azryen screams in agony as the flames continue to burn the flesh from his bones.

Suddenly you burst into flames!

The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to neck. Looks uncomfortable.
Alasatia rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
Stormyrain raises her voice in rhythmic song, commanding the aid of the elements.
Stormyrain skillfully begins to weave another verse into her harmony.
As Stormyrain sings, a squall of wind briefly swirls around you. You feel yourself moving a bit more smoothly and quickly than before!
[ Song of Tonis: +0:01:00, 0:00:59 remaining. ]
Smoke continues to rise from Stormyrain as her clothes smolder.
Alasatia rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

Azryen falls to the ground screaming in agony!

Azryen rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds him.

Alasatia rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

You exclaim, "Put it out! Someone put it out!"

Stormyrain begins to frantically roll Azryen around on the ground trying to put out the flames!

Stormyrain fails to put out the flames surrounding Azryen!

Alasatia rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
The flames surrounding Azryen flare up and sear his skin!
... 15 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left arm toasts skin to elbows.
He is stunned!
The flames surrounding Alasatia flare up and sear her skin!
... 30 points of damage!
Flames cook Alasatia's abdomen. Looks about medium well.
She is stunned!
Stormyrain begins to frantically roll Azryen around on the ground trying to put out the flames!

Stormyrain fails to put out the flames surrounding Azryen!

The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to abdomen. Looks painful.
The flames engulfing you flare up and sear your skin!
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to left arm. That hurts a bit.

Smoke continues to rise from Stormyrain as her clothes smolder.

You are in far too much agony to do that.

Stormyrain begins to frantically roll Azryen around on the ground trying to put out the flames!

Stormyrain fails to put out the flames surrounding Azryen!

Azryen manages to put out the flames and brushes some smoldering ashes from his clothing.

The flames surrounding Alasatia flare up and sear her skin!
... 25 points of damage!
Flames burn neck into a bubbling mass of flesh. Forget lunch.
Drektor suddenly bursts into flames!
Azryen stands up.
The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to head. That hurt a bit.
The flames engulfing you flare up and sear your skin!
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left eye bakes eyelid.
You are stunned for 1 round!
Azryen suddenly bursts into flames!
Stormyrain begins to frantically roll Alasatia around on the ground trying to put out the flames!
Stormyrain fails to put out the flames surrounding Alasatia!
Stormyrain suddenly bursts into flames!
Smoke continues to rise from Stormyrain as her clothes smolder.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

You are still stunned.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
Smoke continues to rise from Azryen as his clothes smolder.

You are still stunned.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to chest. That hurts a bit.
The flames surrounding Alasatia flare up and sear her skin!
... 25 points of damage!
Flames incinerate scalp completely and blacken skullcap. Not very fashionable.
You are in far too much agony to do that.

Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

Azryen suddenly bursts into flames!
You are in far too much agony to do that.
The flames surrounding Drektor flicker and die out.
The flames surrounding Azryen flare up and sear his skin!
... 25 points of damage!
Flames incinerate scalp completely and blacken skullcap. Not very fashionable.
He is stunned!
>lay
The flames engulfing you flare up and sear your skin!
... 15 points of damage!
Burst of flames to back fries shoulder blades. Youch!
You are stunned for 1 round!
You are still stunned.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
>lay
You are still stunned.
>lay
You are still stunned.
>lay
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
You are still stunned.
The flames surrounding Stormyrain flare up and sear her skin!
... 15 points of damage!
Burst of flames to back fries shoulder blades. Youch!
She is stunned!
>lay
You are still stunned.
>lay
You are still stunned.
Smoke continues to rise from Azryen as his clothes smolder.
>lay
You are still stunned.
Stormyrain appears to struggle against her incapacitation.
Stormyrain somehow rises smoothly to her feet!
>lay
You are still stunned.
>symbol of trans
The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 3 points of damage!
Minor burns to left arm. That hurts a bit.
The flames surrounding Alasatia flare up and sear her skin!
... 25 points of damage!
Back bursts into a spectacular display of flames. Bet it hurts too.
You are in far too much agony to do that.
Smoke continues to rise from Drektor as his clothes smolder.
The flames surrounding Azryen flare up and sear his skin!
... 20 points of damage!
Nasty burns to back. Won't be sleeping on that for awhile.
The flames surrounding Azryen flare up and sear his skin!
... 20 points of damage!
Flames incinerate muscle tissue in neck exposing the trachea. More than you ever wanted to see.
The flames engulfing you flare up and sear your skin!
... 10 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left hand burns fingers bright red.
Alasatia screams in agony as the flames continue to burn the flesh from her bones.

Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

You are in far too much agony to do that.

The flames surrounding Stormyrain flare up and sear her skin!
... 15 points of damage!
Burst of flames to left leg blackens kneecap.
She is stunned!
Alasatia staggers to his feet moaning.

Dark smoke rises from the crown of the Colossus.
Smoke continues to rise from Azryen as his clothes smolder.

You are in far too much agony to do that.

You are in far too much agony to do that.

The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!

Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to back. Looks uncomfortable.
The flames surrounding Alasatia flicker and die out.

You are in far too much agony to do that.
Smoke continues to rise from Drektor as his clothes smolder.
The flames surrounding Azryen flare up and sear his skin!
... 20 points of damage!
Nasty burns to left hand. Gonna need lots of butter.
The flames surrounding Azryen flare up and sear his skin!
... 25 points of damage!
Flames incinerate right leg to the bone. Not a pleasant sight.
He is knocked to the ground!
The flames surrounding you flicker and die out.
Stormyrain manages to put out the flames and brushes some smoldering ashes from her clothing.
You feel at full magical power again.
Stormyrain stands up.

You concentrate on the Symbol of Need.
You sense an interference and realize the full image did not send.
The Symbol of Need begins to burn in your mind and an image appears before you of Aurach, but the image fades quickly.
[Prime]-GSIV:Zodiark: "final boss is when you, your dragon and it are thrown from medival times to the present and fight over a city"
Smoke continues to rise from Azryen as his clothes smolder.
Stormyrain shoves futilely at you.
Stormyrain suddenly bursts into flames!
Drektor carefully looks himself over.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
The flames surrounding Drektor flare up and sear his skin!
Some dark leather armor partially deflects the onslaught of the fiery attack.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to back. Looks uncomfortable.
Smoke continues to rise from Alasatia as her clothes smolder.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.

You lie down.
Smoke continues to rise from Drektor as his clothes smolder.
The flames surrounding Azryen flare up and sear his skin!
... 20 points of damage!
Nasty burns to left arm. Gonna need lots of butter.
* Azryen drops dead at your feet!
A silver light faintly flickers around Azryen, then fades.
The light blue glow leaves Azryen.

Azryen seems hesitant.

Azryen seems slightly different.

The deep blue glow leaves Azryen.
Smoke continues to rise from Stormyrain as her clothes smolder.
Smoke continues to rise from you as your clothing smolders.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds her.
Alasatia gently rolls the lifeless body of Azryen over.
Stormyrain rolls around on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire that surrounds

(skip too many die, many come to aid and we return to landing)


[Town Square, East]
Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer's Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town's more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a roly-poly flamepoint sand kitten, a trail of colored ribbons leading north, a large purple wooden barrel and a raffle table with some stuff on it.</pre></div></blockquote>
:A small group was researching & loresinging a necklace that belonged to Ambrus, the Chaston Inquisitor, the source of the terrible, unnatural black fire. Via Aurach: <span class="mw-customtoggle-myTSSE" style="color:#0000ff">Click to view post</span>
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Also here: Rjuric, Albanus, Kirlokin who is kneeling, Losus, Hapenlok, Legaci, Cruxophim, Lord Chamorr, Ragz, Drektor, Stormyrain, Great Lady Leafiara who is sitting, Lord Kyulen, High Lord Beldannon, Headless, Kamman, Theolakiss who is sitting, Kaching, Siierra who is sitting, Luckoh who is sitting, Journeyman Salveo who is kneeling, Lady Neshira, Novice Seraphiend, Wagley, Galenblackbard, Alenn, Oeirin, Kronious, Milusia who is kneeling, Jeliara
Obvious paths: northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest
Albanus just arrived.

You hear the faint whisper of Hapenlok saying, "I figured it was something like that."

Risanya adopts an agreeable expression.

Azryen begins to look a little better.

Your voice carries itself to Hapenlok, "East."

Sareyna seems hesitant, looking unsure of herself.

Muzgal seems slightly different.

Muzgal just went west.

The verdant emerald blazestar on Sareyna's forehead flickers softly, causing verdant emerald flames to briefly flare within her eyes.
Galenblackbard just arrived.

[Town Square, East]
Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer's Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town's more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a deceptive glacier spirit that is flying around, a deceptive lake spirit that is flying around, a roly-poly flamepoint sand kitten, a trail of colored ribbons leading north, a large purple wooden barrel and a raffle table with some stuff on it.
Also here: Galenblackbard, Albanus, Alasatia, Ephya, Maylan, Sareyna, Dergoatean, Azryen, Risanya
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
Legaci just arrived.

Galenblackbard joins your group.

Galenblackbard looks empowered.

Sareyna looks empowered.

Galenblackbard basks in the glow of the sphere.

The magic surrounding Aurach extends to Galenblackbard.

The sense of peace and security begins to wane from the area.
With great skill, Galenblackbard removes one of the chords from his harmony while maintaining the symmetry of those that remain.
Delicate mist clings softly to your exposed skin.
Sareyna looks slightly alarmed as she begins to gag for no reason. During a short coughing fit, a brittle alum file is exposed under Sareyna's tongue.

Galenblackbard whispers to the group, "What happened?"
A small dark cerise will-o'-wisp mischievously flits out from inside Sareyna's blue-black rose seed, hovering around the illthorn runestaff in her right hand and retreats back inside the seed.

Stormyrain's group just arrived.

Hapenlok just arrived.

Cruxophim just arrived.

Albanus glances around the area.

A disheveled bat-eared fox pads in.

Lord Chamorr just arrived.

Lord Kyulen just arrived.

Lady Lylia just arrived.

Lady Lylia just went east.

You softly say, "The necklace from Ambrus was reasearched by a group of various professions, then loresong was attemped."

Mjuerkattd slowly fades into view with a gasp of breath and a slightly disoriented look.

Stormyrain glances with dismay at Alasatia.

Alasatia blinks at Stormyrain.

Alasatia pulls Stormyrain closer to herself.

Maylan exclaims, "Oh!"

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Cruxophim.

Azryen begins to look a little better.

You feel at full magical power again.

You softly say, "A short conversation with Chaston was had."

Alasatia nods to you.

Cruxophim nods absently to you.

Lady Lylia just arrived.

Risanya asks, "Through the necklace?"

The bat-eared fox raises her ears, glancing around the area.

Risanya furrows her brow.

Kyulen blinks.

Ragz's group just arrived.

Azryen nods at Risanya.

Lylia attends to her grey linen robes, making the robes as presentable as possible.

You softly say, "The group was kept small, as we expected, the resulting damage, in some.. manner."

Cromos's group just arrived.

Cromos's group just went north.

Alasatia says, "Nothing was said that hasn't been said before."

A low rumbling can be heard off in the distance.

Mjuerkattd just went north.

Speaking defensively to Stormyrain, Cruxophim reminds, "Hey, I attempted to save your arses."

Speaking to you, Dergoatean asks, "Go on?"

Alasatia tinkers with Cruxophim's appearance.

Stormyrain gets a blank look on her face.

The dim aura fades from around Muzgal.

Mirage-like distortions surround Siierra as she prepares a spell...

Cruxophim nods to you.

Siierra gestures at Ragz.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Alasatia says, "Thank you, for that."

Cruxophim shrugs at Alasatia.

Azryen begins to look a little better.

Speaking amusedly to Alasatia, Cruxophim admits, "I was on fire a bit, too."

Cruxophim reaches inside his sleek dark body armor and scratches himself under the arm.
Lylia sets about preparing Cruxophim to be as presentable as possible.

You softly say, "We heard nothing that we have not seen in visions, or heard from Chaston himself in person."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia says, "It was a good look for you."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Albanus says, "It's a good look for you."

Ragz chuckles.

Maylan giggles.

Kyulen snickers.

Dergoatean asks, "Why did you all choose the top of the colossus for that?"

Lylia looks like she was about to say something to Albanus, but she hesitates, obviously having changed her mind.
Cruxophim glances between Lylia and Albanus.
Stormyrain nods in agreement at Ephya.

Lylia shakes her head.

Risanya glances between Lylia and Albanus.

Hapenlok whispers, "Didn't the other one blow up in rather spectacular fashion, too?"

Stormyrain says, "I suggested someplace outside of town."

Dergoatean nods at Stormyrain.

Sareyna's brass earring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a shining brass ring accented with a rock crystal remains.

You softly say, "To avoid needless explosions in town."

Stormyrain says, "Someone else came up with the Colossus."

A light mist drifts silently to the ground.

Schmoobly just arrived.

Schmoobly just went south.

Azryen begins to look a little better.

Speaking amusedly to you, Cruxophim praises, "Bold move that, yankin' that away from Disean the other night."

Cruxophim flashes you a toothy grin.

Alasatia grins at Lylia.

Dergoatean asks, "But no particular reason to go there than the other million places outside of towns?"

You feel more refreshed.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Albanus says, "Was a good idea, really. The colossus is completely stone. Unlikely the fire could spread."

You softly say, "Or summoned crusaders or whatever manner of ill, he might offer."

Cruxophim grins mischievously at Siierra.

Stormyrain says, "..but really it was a safe choice. Rock, not much grass."

Stormyrain nods in agreement at Albanus.

Alasatia nods at Dergoatean.

Cruxophim glances at his shadow cloak.

Siierra laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Dergoatean nods at Alasatia.

Cruxophim nods at Siierra.

Alasatia says, "Out of the way."

Dergoatean nods at Stormyrain.

Kyulen nods slowly.

Lord Chamorr just went east.

Albanus shifts his weight.

Lylia says, "Well, I would not have imagined fire would burn so hotly there. Bare stone and all."

Katiesa surveys the area.

You nod at Cruxophim.

Lylia says, "Black fire, no less."

Greenish-black flames spring to life in Lylia's hand...

Dergoatean agrees with Lylia.

Albanus says, "Unnatural fire."

Speaking to Dergoatean, Cruxophim says, "Hindsight, and all that."

Speaking to Dergoatean, Stormyrain says, "And really it was an interesting place because, well the last time I was there Koar's true voice was heard."
Rising on the air, the sound of horses' clip-clopping hooves greets your ears, and within seconds you recognize the source as a pair of ghostly horses surrounded by a blue nimbus. They draw a black lacquered coach behind them and stop before Galenblackbard, who steps into the small, wheeled wooden box and closes the door behind him. Neighing once, the horses ride off, pulling the coach behind them.

Legaci raises an eyebrow in Lylia's direction.

Shadowy tendrils rise from the ground and wrap around Cruxophim's legs as they quickly engulf his entire body. The shadows quickly retreat back into the surroundings, leaving no trace of Cruxophim.

Alasatia kisses Katiesa tenderly on the cheek.

Speaking to Lylia, Hapenlok says, "Well, the top of a stone monument, hundred feet high. it's rather windy there. feeds the flames."

Dergoatean says, "Seemed water still worked despite its blackness."

Lylia nods at Legaci.

Speaking to Lylia, Risanya asks, "Black as in deviod of light?"

You nod at Stormyrain.

Katiesa curiously asks, "It was the amulet, then?"

Albanus says, "Not all water."

Speaking to Hapenlok, Stormyrain says, "Very little tinder or fodder for a fire, though."

Speaking to Stormyrain, Dergoatean says, "I did not remember that. Interesting."

You feel more refreshed.

Alasatia nods at Katiesa.

Azryen begins to look a little better.

Legaci rubs his chin thoughtfully.

The opalescent aura fades from around Muzgal.

A low rumbling can be heard off in the distance.

The flamepoint sand kitten watches a deceptive glacier spirit carefully.

Speaking to Dergoatean, Stormyrain says, "Aiska, that was where Aiska was crowned by Koar if you will."

Albanus says, "For whatever reason, holy water had no effect on the flames."

Stormyrain smiles.

Cruxophim suddenly fades into view.

You softly say, "Well, my memory is old, not always forgetful however."

Speaking to Risanya, Lylia says, "Indeed. The flames that consumed me were darker than my Balefire."

You wink at Stormyrain.

Cruxophim nods.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Dergoatean says, "Then I guess I will."

Stormyrain grins at you.

Alasatia rubs Katiesa gently.

Albanus says, "Which is troubling."

Stormyrain adopts an agreeable expression.

Lylia pets a roly-poly flamepoint sand kitten, which nuzzles her hand softly.

Speaking to Lylia, Risanya asks, "Ironic, isn't it?"

Maylan says, "It happend so fast that I didn't even feel the burns."

Speaking to Stormyrain, Dergoatean says, "I haven't seen Aiska in some time."

The obsidian black fire in Cruxophim's hand continues burning, the flame quivering.

Albanus ponders.

Lylia nods at Maylan.

Risanya glances at Cruxophim.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Hapenlok says, "Well, when it comes to how the amulet was created....that's its own fuel source, i'd wager."

Cruxophim offers Risanya a ball of black fire.

Risanya declines Cruxophim's offer.

Kyulen blinks.

Sareyna agrees with Siierra.

Cruxophim disappointedly admits, "Pale imitation."

Katiesa softly murmurs, "Wonder if its mate also burned?"

Dergoatean says, "Clearly there's some powerful stuff going on in that amulet."

You softly say, "There is little else, the amulet burst into flames and the results you all witnessed."

Dergoatean nods.

Cruxophim brings his right hand towards the black fire and rubs it affectionately.

A sudden gust blows the rain at you in a stinging attack.

Risanya slowly empties her lungs.

A group of townspeople move through the area, chattering amongst themselves about Frontier Days.
Speaking to Katiesa, Alasatia says, "One would hope, but I think not."

Maylan says, "Clearly Chaston is involved in very dark arts."

Cruxophim nods at Dergoatean.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Risanya says, "That's a relief."

Speaking to you, Hapenlok says, "Guess they put in a safeguard."

Without hesitation, Cruxophim raises the ball of black fire to his mouth and swallows with a dramatic gulp.
You nod at Maylan.

A few young children awkwardly march through the street, clumsily trying to keep in step with one another. Between giggles, they chant, "Praise be to
Koar and his everlasting Light."

Dergoatean says, "Pardon a moment..."

Kyulen nods at Maylan.

Maylan says, "The same magic he seeks to end."

Cruxophim frowns.

Stormyrain sighs slightly and rubs her temples.

Kyulen quietly says, "Chaston's a hypocrite, what a surprise."

You feel more refreshed.

Lylia nods at Kyulen.

Drektor agrees with Stormyrain.

Maylan says, "Perhaps he seeks to stop dark magic so that he maintains sole control over it."

Azryen gazes at his reflection in the silver mirror.

Speaking gently to Stormyrain, Cruxophim says, "Perhaps get some rest after that, but I wouldn't mind speaking with you at some point, if you have the time."

You softly say, "I appreciate the healing, Siiera, very quick in the inferno."
Risanya says, "Fanatically regilous people usually are."

You nod respectfully.

Azryen lets out a sigh of relief.

Lylia nods to you.

Siierra nods to you.

Allysandra just arrived.

Allysandra just went east.

A sudden burst of white light briefly illuminates the dark clouds overhead.
Kyulen nods at Risanya.

Speaking to you, Hapenlok says, "Rinhale's amulet didn't do that. it just ...broke."

Cruxophim grins at Azryen.

Alasatia leans on Katiesa, giving her a companionable grin.

Cruxophim's eyes cloud over with dark shadows as he prepares a spell...

There is a bright flash and a cherry-filled loaf of dark bread appears in the air, then falls into Cruxophim's right hand.
Cruxophim offers Azryen a cherry-filled loaf of dark bread.

Albanus says, "Attempting to control something like that. Sounds like a fools' errand."

Speaking to you, Hapenlok says, "And we learned a lot from it."

Stormyrain nods at Ephya.

Azryen accepts Cruxophim's loaf of dark bread.

You nod at Hapenlok.

You softly say, "Interesting."

Speaking sagely to Albanus, Cruxophim disagrees, "You never know until you try."

Azryen nods gratefully at Cruxophim.

Lylia nods at Risanya.

The mirror images surrounding Stormyrain undulate and grow stronger.

Speaking to you, Hapenlok says, "So, it makes sense he'd put some form of trap on it."

Speaking to Albanus, Stormyrain says, "No one was trying to control anything."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Albanus says, "Try not to combust."

Stormyrain furrows her brow.

Cruxophim glances at Albanus and slowly exhales.

Alasatia's spirits are no longer lifted.

The air stops shimmering around Alasatia.

Lylia sets about preparing Cruxophim to be as presentable as possible.

Cruxophim holds his breath.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Albanus says, "Well, I imagine Chaston is."

A dark veil coalesces around Cruxophim's sleek dark body armor, gathering into black tendrils of shadow that erupt outward and encircle him with building momentum. The caliginous shadows storm wildly as their depths illuminate with random tiny arcs of silver light, a rising aphotic tempest of chaos and capricious fury. The violent maelstrom swirls and writhes before abruptly spiraling inward to dissipate completely into his exposed flesh, leaving only a collapsed silence in its wake.

Speaking to you, Hapenlok says, "But we already know enough. they're that way."

(Hapenlok points towards vornavis.)

Sareyna's brass ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a dull gold ring accented with a diamond remains.

Cruxophim nods absently at Hapenlok.

You nod.
Hapenlok says, "They're coming."

Delicate mist clings softly to your exposed skin.

Hapenlok says, "The only thing i need to know ...probably wasn't in that amulet anyway."

Maylan removes a bottle of peaty whiskey oil from in her paeline cloak.

Hapenlok grins evilly.

Maylan pours a few drops of perfume from her peaty whiskey oil on herself.

You softly say, "He did make one comment early on..."

Maylan put a bottle of peaty whiskey oil in her paeline cloak.

Stormyrain nods slowly at Albanus.

Albanus nods at Stormyrain.

You softly say, "We, know who you are."

The bat-eared fox turns its gaze on a roly-poly flamepoint sand kitten.

Hapenlok gets a distant look in his eyes.

Legaci raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Stormyrain folds her hands behind her back.

Risanya looks thoughtfully at you.

Deep in thought, Lylia laces her fingers before her.

Kyulen rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking thoughtfully to you, Cruxophim muses, "We, eh?"

Speaking to herself, Risanya says, "We know who you are...hmmm."

You shrug nonchalantly.

Sareyna grins at Cruxophim.

Albanus says, "Sounds like a thinly veiled threat."

Zedorra just arrived.

Zedorra just went south.

Legaci glances away.

Cruxophim shakes his head at Sareyna and clucks his tongue.

You feel more refreshed.

Ephya says, "Those present.. or.."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Lylia asks, "Interesting point. "We." Was this the royal plural, I wonder?"

Ephya says, "Those there could be in danger."

Cruxophim winks at Sareyna.

Hapenlok says, "They were already in danger."

Albanus ponders.

You quietly whisper to Lylia, "I believe, it sounded like a slip, since he is not in this alone."

Speaking wryly to Lylia, Cruxophim remarks, "Perhaps Chaston has one of those divergent personalities."

The sense of peace and security begins to wane from the area.

Stormyrain shifts her weight.

Speaking to Lylia, Risanya asks, "Or Chaston and his Master?"

The sense of peace and security passes away from the area.

Legaci removes an elongated veil iron katana from in his crimson cape.

Legaci moves into a defensive pose, his katana tilted to the left while using his eyes to look for any incoming attacks.

Speaking to Cruxophim, Maylan says, "He smells like cabbage. This much I know."

Cruxophim looks thoughtfully at Stormyrain.

Albanus says, "We, as in, the Blameless. All of them. You, as in, everyone that might be important here. Or that Ambrus questioned."

Cruxophim begins chuckling at Maylan!

Lylia says, "He claims, as he ever has, that his master is Koar."

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Cruxophim.

Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Hapenlok says, "The more i see, the more this smells of ...Grishom Stone."

Lylia whispers, "Let us hope it was."

You feel more refreshed.

Siierra looks thoughtfully at Albanus.

Cruxophim thoughtfully asks, "A collective, eh?"

Albanus cocks his head at Hapenlok.

Speaking to Hapenlok, Stormyrain says, "No, I don't think so."

The bat-eared fox rolls around on the ground for a moment.

Lylia whispers, "I like it when he is fallible."

You nod at Lylia.

Ephya flails her arms about.

Maylan asks, "Did Grishom smell like cabbage as well?"


Speaking to Hapenlok, Stormyrain says, "Grishom would never address me, or Satia, like that."

Legaci agrees with Stormyrain.

Cruxophim looks over at Hapenlok and shakes his head.

Kyulen shrugs his shoulders, lifting his wings slightly.

An occasional droplet splashes down from the sky with a soft PLINK.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Hapenlok says, "I'm just commenting, i'm not saying he's involved."

Speaking brusquely to Hapenlok, Cruxophim ponders, "I don't, either."

Alasatia agrees with Stormyrain.

Lylia says, "Nothing about this seems like Stone to me, for what it is worth."

Lylia nods in greeting at Seomanthe.

Seomanthe smiles at Lylia.

Sareyna grins at Cruxophim.

Speaking to Hapenlok, Stormyrain says, "I don't think he is. It may feel or seem similar because Raznel also practices Destructive Blood Magic though--she marries it with..well whatever else she can."

Maylan pets a disheveled bat-eared fox, which nuzzles her hand softly.

Seomanthe turns toward Alasatia and renders a sharp hand salute.

Albanus says, "Hmm."

Seomanthe waves to Stormyrain.

Hapenlok says, "Wouldn't surprise me to find out that Chaston has red robes in his wardrobes, though."

Sareyna gives Cruxophim a warm buss on the lips.

Stormyrain waves to Seomanthe.

Alasatia blows a kiss to Seomanthe.

Risanya muses, "What about another Akarti...."

The runner heads west in a determined manner.

Cruxophim leans on Seomanthe, giving her a companionable grin.

Seomanthe tinkers with Sareyna's appearance.
With an almost audible thud, a flamepoint sand kitten flops onto her back and rolls around in a moment of joyful abandon. Trilling her satisfaction, she flips back onto her paws and proceeds to bathe herself casually.

Hapenlok pets a roly-poly flamepoint sand kitten, which nuzzles his hand softly.

Seomanthe pushes on Cruxophim without much success.

Legaci glances at Risanya.

Speaking to Hapenlok, Albanus asks, "You think Chaston might also be under some sort of influence or manipulation?"

A sudden gust blows the rain at you in a stinging attack.

Speaking to Albanus, Hapenlok says, "Can't rule it out. can't prove it."

Risanya smiles at Legaci.

Hapenlok holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

The misty halo fades from Stormyrain.

Speaking bemusedly to Seomanthe, Cruxophim begins, "Bard."

Speaking to Legaci, Risanya says, "Just a thought."

Hapenlok says, "The problem with many things. i can say things, but proving it..."

Hapenlok says, "Another question."

Speaking slowly to Cruxophim, Seomanthe says, "Yes..."

Seomanthe glances inquiringly at Cruxophim.

The air shivers about Katiesa, glistening faintly before stilling to normalcy.

The misty halo fades from Katiesa.

Hapenlok says, "In the end, it changes nothing."

Speaking slowly to Seomanthe, Cruxophim continues, "Heeeelloo."

Cruxophim grins slowly at Seomanthe.

You softly say, "We may twart his efforts and still not know.."

Speaking to Stormyrain, Hapenlok asks, "Agreed?"

Drektor carefully looks himself over.

Speaking uncertainly to Cruxophim, Seomanthe says, "Oh, er hi."

Maylan says, "I must renew my magical protections. If you'll excuse me."

Legaci smiles faintly towards Risanya before returning his attention back to the local surroundings.

Maylan bows low, spreading her wings for all to see.

Sareyna's gold ring pulses with energy. The pulsing fades and a bright gold earring accented with a diamond remains.

Speaking casually to you, Cruxophim admits, "A lot of it is unknown, and will likely remain so. As usual."

A large iridescent bubble floats into view and drifts down to the ground, its form changing shape before your eyes. As the bubble floats downward, its outer skin bursts with an audible POP, creating a spray of miniscule droplets and depositing Maylan in front of you.
Waves of fine mist scurry around you in a somber dance.
You feel more refreshed.

You adopt an agreeable expression.

Speaking to Hapenlok, Stormyrain says, "I would be surprised, actually--Chaston believes what he says. He truly believes that Koar is leading him."

A bashful forest spirit fades into ethereal form and wafts away.

Stormyrain says, "..that's my sense anyway."

You nod at Stormyrain.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Hapenlok says, "Well, the madmen usually do."

Legaci agrees with Stormyrain.

You softly say, "I think you may be correct."

Speaking to Stormyrain, Hapenlok says, "Thurfel Morpholik was convinced that what he was doing ....was right."
The flamepoint sand kitten pads off.
Albanus furrows his brow.

Stormyrain nods at Hapenlok.

Stormyrain asks, "If you will pardon me?"

Speaking to Stormyrain, Hapenlok says, "And a lot of people followed him in his quest to bring back the Council. and icemule nearly burned."
Cruxophim begins chuckling at Hapenlok!

Lord Kyulen just went west.

Hapenlok shrugs.

You softly say, "Well, I apologies but I have duties in the nations yet to conduct..."

A sudden burst of white light briefly illuminates the dark clouds overhead.

Sareyna says, "I think chaston seeks to supplant koar as "the god-king"."

Stormyrain nods at Hapenlok.

Ephya gives Stormyrain a warm buss on the lips.

Risanya glances up.

Violetie just arrived.

Stormyrain gives you a lingering kiss on the cheek.

You nod respectfully.

Seomanthe furrows her brow.

Stormyrain smooches Alasatia on the cheek.

Ephya hugs Stormyrain, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Stormyrain gives Ephya a warm buss on the lips.

Sareyna gives Stormyrain a warm buss on the lips.

You softly say, "Good eve."

Cruxophim amicably announces, "Well, good evening all. I've had a bit of fun with fire, time to ponder my life choices again."
Cruxophim flashes a toothy grin.

As Cruxophim rubs his obsidian ring, a ball of jet black fire builds in his right hand.

You lower your hand to your side and your fingers lightly graze a faenor key. The world blurs around you for a moment and when you are able to focus again, you realize you are home.

[Isil Dae'gonn, Lor Chamber]

Aurach pauses, allowing the street noises of the landing to fade, as the quiet surrounding forest cloaks him once more. </pre></div></blockquote>


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Prologue

5073...

Water and blood, the boy entered the world.

His lungs gave sound to the first sign of life, and in the golden reflection of his eyes his mother smiled. She had dreamt of this moment, and of this child. A son whom she prayed would find a different road than war. A son to be loyal, a son to uphold their faith, a son to be a beacon of light.

The father stood in the shadow of the corner, half in darkness, half in daylight, his eyes turned to the babe in the mother's arms, but his mind to the battlefield. The baby's cry brought him a wince, and he gritted his teeth to fight back a grimace. His hands did not wish to hold the child, but instead feel the comfort of steel in his grip, and hot blood over his knuckles.

The woman looked up, her eyes brimming with tears of joy, the strand of prayer beads around her neck capturing the breaking light of the dawn.

"What shall we call him?" came her voice.

The father stood, recalling the great history of their great empire. He knew of no prouder name, than he who stood as the most deciding ruler to help project their race and region forward. Finally, he smiled.

"Chaston."


5087...

Flesh and blood, he was his son, but nothing like him.

The boy stood at the doorway of their home, the sunlight paling in comparison to the amber gleam of his eyes. His brothers looked back at him, all three, acknowledging him with a farewell. Their tabards were crisp, clean, and untested. The black triskelions against gold and red were bold, and even he felt a stir of pride at their sight.

His father marched ahead of the others, and he watched and waited, but he never turned. War was all his father knew and all he loved. It was his way. He remained as they vanished, melding into the column of polished soldiers and bright banners. Their departure stirred a cloud of dust that suffocated the sky, casting russet shades all across the fields.

He turned, fingers entwined with his prayer beads, and returned inside the home. His mother's devotions welcomed him, her voice drifting through the room like the whisper of an angel. Incense infused the air with sweet, almost heavenly nectar. He stood and watched his mother pray, opening his heart and mind to her words. Faith was all his mother knew and all she loved. It was her way.

He knelt beside her, closing his golden eyes. A boy of war. A boy of faith.

A boy destined to embrace both.


5089...

Glass and blood, his foot tightened with pain.

He had heard the window break, and he had run into the hall. The remnants of the shattered window had sliced his foot and he nearly fell, his shoulder hitting the wall hard. His mother's voice cried out, shrill and alarmed. Three shadows moved in the night, the dim candles barely illuminating their slender forms that were garbed in black.

"Run!" his mother's voice echoed loudly before her cry went suddenly still. He bounded down the hall, his arms and hobbled rush knocking things aside as he did. He flung the door open, the night air greeting him, the lights of shops in the distant. He heard the twang of the bow. He tried to twist, sensing the steel splitting the air as the arrow drove home.

His neck ignited with fire and pain and he fell to the cobblestones, his hand instinctively reaching to his neck, feeling the hot, sticky blood coursing over his knuckles. Cries echoed up and down the street, and the shadows slipped away as the heavy footfall of boots chased them. The world spun around him, the stars in the sky falling away as he closed his eyes.

He awoke, astonished faces surrounding him. One man held up a string of bloodstained prayer beads, where the assassin's arrow still dangled, its tip wedged between two stones.

"Praise be to Koar!" A voice shouted.

"Praise be to Koar!" Another joined in.

"Praise be to Koar…" He smiled.


5090...

Oil and blood, they cut his palms and anointed his head.

Blood trickled down his fingers, tiny sanguine beads splattering on the stone floor. He closed his eyes, as the consecrated oil rolled down his forehead, landing in the gilded bowl before him. He slowly lowered his hands into the golden-rimmed water, the thin wounds on his palms forcing him to clench his jaw.

The white-robed priests turned to face him.

"Blood that I give, my soul is spared. Blessed by the God-King, no sins will be bared. Washed of my past and reborn anew, my life and my purpose, to Koar I am true."

The oath rang out, and when he repeated it himself, he felt a new sense of purpose wash over him. His chest swelled with pride, and the priests before him smiled. One stepped forward and placed his hands upon his shoulders.

"Welcome brother Chaston, to the Everwatch Tower."


5114...

Sweat and blood. He spoke it, and they toiled in the mines.

Their hands were blistered, cracked and bloodied. Their backs were sore, their brows greased with sweat. They heard his command, and bent to his will. He stood at the balcony of the manor, his golden eyes trained on the mines and great northern mountains of Talador in the distance. It had been months since the Patriarch assigned him to the barony. It had taken only days to settle in his new home.

He looked back to the half-empty bottle of chrism on a pedestal, where he once had applied part of its contents to a gold-bladed sword. Davard, a new crusader for Koar, a new warrior to bring the Light of the God-King to the dark reaches of the world.

He smiled when the door opened. A tall human entered, his short black hair having tufts of grey scattered throughout. His moustache curled beneath his upturned nose.

"Prelate Chaston." The guest addressed him, bowing low.

"Lord Thermon. What news?"

"They are close, there have been glimpses of the marble. It may be another few weeks."

"What of the coming war?"

Lord Thermon nodded, "All is nearly ready. Talador marches by daybreak. You have anointed Sir Davard, and blessed his blade and armor. I am thankful for Koar's blessing in this." He paused, but then let his statement end there.

"You have reservations?"

Lord Thermon shook his head, "Sir Davard, he is still new of faith in Koar, I merely hope the light is strong enough in him to carry it through."

"There is more that can be promised to him." Chaston smiled.

Lord Thermon raised his brow, "I do not…" He paused once more, following Chaston's gaze to a portrait on the wall which depicted a very young black-haired woman with deep green eyes. The sprinkling of freckles across her upturned nose were drawn with painstaking detail.

He spoke it, and his command was heard.


5116...

Crystal and blood, the coffin held the endless monster.

He walked across the large spherical chamber, where the bright light of day shone in through a huge dome above. Faint, archaic hymns echoed from nearby corridors and it pleased him. He gazed at the coffin, lost for a moment within its smooth, crystalline surface. Behind the faint golden runes, the huge giantman stood, imprisoned and immortal.

He placed one hand on the crystal coffin, uttering a prayer as he did. He stepped away to the gallery, striding through double doors of gilt and glass. He stood at the balcony of the great temple, a wide courtyard and flower beds stretched out below him. The courtyard below was brimming with the faithful, their squirming bodies leaving little room, save for forming a respectful circle around the blood marble statue of a woman, where a sea of crimson rose petals surrounded her base.

He basked in the light of the sun, and his heart swelled with the roar of the crowd, their eyes and voices turned to him, rising up to greet him. Some wept, some prayed, some even began to sing. He held up his arms, inviting their praise, welcoming their adoration.

He lowered his hands, his eyes meeting the crowd, and silence blanketed the courtyard as they stood, aligned to his message. His golden eyes gleamed.

"Children of Koar, each moon's passing brings us closer to a new revival that is sparking here in our home, and spreading with fervor across the Empire. A true baptism of fire shall reach every corner of our world, driving out the shadows from every pocket of darkness in our lands…."


5116...

Fire and blood.

The air was rank with the pungent odor of burnt flesh.

Curls of smoke coiled up from the men's heads, where the crown-shaped burns had been seared into their flesh. Their eyes watered from the pain, and many gnashed their teeth, some even biting into their lips, but none cried out. None pulled away. None dared to back down from their oath to the God-King. None dared walk away from their divine purpose.

He stood and watched as one by one they marched before him, men of every age, strong of body, righteous of heart, loyal of mind. One by one, hair was shed from their scalps, falling down around them like wisps of sin, freeing them of the past. One by one, the brands were bared, and the oaths were uttered and repeated.

One by one, their numbers grew as they gathered before him. Their reborn bodies donned in polished white steel and their cold eyes reflecting Koar's mercy for the unjust. He grinned, his golden eyes gleaming like the first light of dawn.

Their voices carried through the chamber.

"We will rise."

"We will stand."

"We will fight."

"We are Blameless."

Notable NPC's

Notable Groups

Notable Locations


Before the Dawn

I will try to add some details and key events of things that transpired before the official kickoff of Eyes of the Dawn, as this conflict has been slowly building up over the last few years.

  • One night in Wehnimer's Landing, the ghost of Davard began to haunt Town Square East. A number of adventurers attempted to interact with him, but Dergoatean was the loudest about trying to convince Davard to seek some measure of redemption and find peace. Davard responded by setting Dergoatean ablaze and appropriating parts of Dergoatean's body. The process continued until Chaston showed up and cast out Davard.

Timeline of Events

Chapter 1: Without a Prayer

  • Visions haunt followers of Kai and V'tull. Many gather in the Shrine of Heroes in the wooded hills near Wehnimer's Landing. Moonlight gleams on the adamantine speartip of the Kai statue, and throws the shrine into an amber haze, where the visions continue, viewable by all. The vision is that of Talador, where crowds are gathered in the street, where twelve burly warriors are chained and dragged into view, some of them clear followers of V'Tull, others of Kai. Prelate Chaston emerges from the crowd, calls on the warriors to admit their sins of dark worship to V'Tull and the slaughter if innocents. Even the Kai warriors confess to secretly worshipping V'Tull. Disean, Thadston's son, and a member of the Blameless, places kris blades down at the feet of each chained warrior, and then when Chaston declares justice must be done, the prisoners all reach down, take the daggers, and viciously stab themselves to death. Chaston then gives a short speech on redemption and atonement, and Drangell marches into view. Chaston declares Drangell has heard the call of the God-King and converted and will be a warrior for their holy cause.
  • Baron Spenser of Bourth departs from Wehnimer's Landing and travels south to Vornavis for a few days of business and trade talk with the Malwinds. His daughter, Lady Larsya, stays behind and is assigned to the care of the Hendoran knights, the Order of the Azure Sun, the Order of the Silver Gryphons, and the remaining Bourthian soldiers. During a storm, it is suggested to Larsya by Bekke that she could go stand on the deck of the Raging Sea Thrak ship that is docked at the north docks, and they could all pretend to be at sea, but without the dangers in the storm. While on the deck with dozens of adventurers, Larsya was shot at from an attacker's arrow from a dark alley on the docks. Mynon of the Azure Sun leaped into action, pushing her aside, but the metal of the arrow still nicked the side of her neck. The would be assassin disappeared into the streets, pursued by heroes and Bourthian soldiers alike.
  • Larsya was whisked back to the Hendoran Outpost where she began to age rapidly. Brieson showed up, commanded her taken to the base of Melgorehn's Reach, and some mages helped to infuse mana into the area. Hendorans brought out a bane coffin to the area, and Bekke and Raelee helped Brieson weave some magic into the coffin, imbuing it with temporal energy from Melgorehn's Reach, and they placed Larsya inside, sealing her away. The coffin and the temporal magic of Melgorehn's Reach, combimed, helped to stop Larsya from aging, but kept her in suspended animation until they could discover a cure. Brieson said after a week of rest, he would plan to head to Nydds in search of more information about the poison used on the arrow.
  • A day later, the Baron of Bourth returns and learns of the fate of his daughter. He snaps and lashes out, blaming Wehnimer's, blaming Thadston, blaming everyone. He has her coffin moved into the Shrine of Koar inside the Hendoran Outpost.
  • Reports circulate from witness accounts of the would-be assassin, and descriptions matching Archales and Wolfloner are given. The town guards and Hendorans search for them. The Baron of Bourth demands justice. In time, it's discovered it was not them, but a half-elf named Vinswith is found inside of House Phoenix, clearly insane and muttering about ticking cocks and hammering rocks. He looks like a strange mix of Archales and Wolfloner. The half-elf assassin is captured by the militia, and transported to the barracks, where Dame Evia and Hapenlok are assigned to watch over him. Baron Caulfield of Bourth demands the prisoner be moved to the Hendoran outpost, but Marshal Thrayzar declines. A day later, the orc marshal departs for Talador to investigate the vision of Drangell being released.

Record of Events with Citations

5116 (Continued) (Near Wehnimer's Landing)

Lumnea - The Transformation

  • -11 On Feastday night, at the end of the 2-week long rally at the new Temple that Chaston built in Talador, the gathered masses declared Prelate Chaston to be 'The Hand Of Koar'. Chaston concludes rally at Taladorian Temple of Koar with a stirring speech (spoiler, there was an assassination attempt). Katiesa shared a snippet of a small scene after the end of the Talador Rally: http://bit.ly/1UO5J7K
  • -14 The Fellowship of Koar among the refugees outside of the Landing including all those converts from that Temple of Koar Rally in Talador: http://bit.ly/1XUZmUH

Koaratos - Shameless Summer Acts

  • -9 Prelate Chaston Griffin forced 8 sisters of Ivas to confess against their will and then assassinated them in Chaston's temple in Talador on Feastday evening. Many followers of Ivas beheld the terrifying scene in visions. The Ivasian women were terrorized and slaughtered at the altar in Chaston's Temple by Disean with Chaston in attendance. Here's Aeavenne's account from the visions witnessed at the Temple of Ivas: http://bit.ly/29HJZdI
  • -9 Sareyna and Wolfloner begin to form a group to try to stand up against this horrible violence against any faith that does not follow Chaston
  • -10 Brother Wuldreth of the Cleric Shop shared a brief report from Lheren Hochstib's investigation of the so-called Dark Ronanites and a statement by the Prelate relating to it. The investigator found nothing. The Prelate responds to it by posturing with veiled threats.
  • -10 Sir Aydan sends report after successful protective escort of the Lady Casiphia to Vornnavis: http://bit.ly/29vXIm0
  • -11 News from the Empire: an heir to the Sun Throne is expected later this year: http://bit.ly/29zXvTS
  • -12 Lewella Parsnips, reigning Queen of Landing Gossip for over 25 years learns about some ... undiplomatic ... name suggestions for the Sun Throne Heir. #lol (GM Mikos is a hoot...) http://bit.ly/29uUBLg
  • -13 Baron Spensor Caulfield of Bourth and his daughter, Larsya, are expected in the area Friday Night. http://bit.ly/29IdLjA
  • -15 There was *shocking* news from the Landing on Friday night. The Baron and his daughter arrived, peaceful events followed, a small tour by ship delighted the lass, and all is well. via Maylan
  • -16 The Baron's sweet young daughter went out with almost 2 dozen adventurers to find her animal companion on Saturday Night. This outing, too, had nothing go wrong! She found a sharp-nosed golden brown wolf that she named Dawn.
  • -19 Calling the faithful of all Arkati, Liabo, Lornon, or Neutral: Sareyna, Archales, and Wolfloner host a summit to discuss The Chaston Problem on the Hearthstone Porch. The Call for Unity is born. http://bit.ly/29U8fqR
  • -22 Rodnay (the Landing's blue child, now a teen, somehow) woke up because he heard 'angry voices' (Koarites) in his head. Later, he had a glimpse of 'white butchers' (Blameless) on ships.
  • -23 Larsya, the Baron's adorable young daughter, took archery lessons while a dozen adventurers looked on last weekend. Skills, everyone needs them!
  • -26 Adventurers gathered at the Landing's small park for a Call For Unity between faiths where Kayse received a vision of water overtaking the land and it filled with white lilies. The visions eventually turned to blood. People realized the Shrine to Aeia in River's Rest was under threat.
  • -26 Dergoatean summarizes the huge forces brought to bear on the Aeia shrine in River's Rest by Blameless Crusaders - including some sort of anti-magic effect. http://bit.ly/2awl0ds Kayse shares her view of the visions and subsequent attack on Aeia's shrine in River's Rest: short: http://bit.ly/2afaSGy or the long one: http://bit.ly/2anado0
  • -27 Thrayzar chats up folks in the Landing on Wednesday night while later, white-robed individuals guided a wagon through the Landing.
  • -27 The altar at Ronan's Shrine of Dreams was destroyed and replaced by Blood Marble by a company of white-robed individuals. TownCrier Irar tells the brief story of this SHAMELESS deed at the officials: http://bit.ly/2anCHwZ

Phoenatos - The Eyes of the Dawn: 1. Without A Prayer

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  • -1 Mayor Puptilian writes to Prince Eregrek Borthuum of Teras seeking an alliance against the growing incursion of the Prelate's Shameless actions. Click to view post
  • -3 House Phoenix opens the doors to their Quiet Temple to offer sanctuary for people who have lost a shrine and/or feel threatened in worshiping their deity of choice. They promise zero tolerance for religious conflict and more. Click to view post
  • -5 The Prelate brings chained captives to his temple in Talador again. Those present Friday night at the Shrine of Heroes watched the visions of faithful believers and servants of Kai and V'Tull tortured and then forced to kill themselves. TownCrier Correspondent Rovvigen recounts the shameless actions. Click to view post
  • -6 Saturday night, an arrow from the shadows shot at the Baron's daughter, Larsya. Mynon was guarding her, so it only nicked her - but it was poisoned or magicked or something, and she began to age rapidly. Unable to find a cure, adventurers sealed her into stasis to protect her.
  • -8 WANTED posters found around the Landing featuring a description of two suspects in the attempt on Lady Larsya's life. One of the suspects wore a pin from the Great House of Brigatta. Click to view post
  • -9 The adventuring community is aghast as Sir Thadston names Archales and Wolfloner as suspects in the Lady Larsya's attack.
  • -9 Tuesday night a messenger from Talador arrives, informing Baron Spensor that Prelate Chaston will arrive in the Landing or Vornavis on the Night of the Huntress. With his "Blameless" force with him.
  • -10 Wolfloner clears his name with Baron Spensor. The "witness" that targeted him and Archales was called unreliable. Click to view post
  • -10 Was that arrow from Aurach the beginning of more battles with Chaston on Wednesday night? And what about those "Blameless" who ... can't be killed? This gets worse every time Chaston ... sneezes. Click to view post
  • -11 The Stage Is Set - and read for Chaston to talk to All Those Faithful near the Landing. Click to view post
  • -12 Lady Larsya's would be assassin, who goes by the name Vinswith, confesses to Guard Captain Khylon and the Wehnimer Militia - at least a bit, between trances of rambling and paranoia. Click to view post
  • -12 Sir Thadston files report about how Crusaders were ambushed in the Landing area by a clan of Greater Orcs the other night. Yup, that's his story and we're sticking to it, right? Click to view post
  • -12 Prelate Chaston addressed a large crowd outside the city walls of the Landing. tl;dr Revisionist history lesson, and resurrection of Chaston's Edict. Click to view post
  • -13 Prelate Chaston appeared at Baron Dunrith's Court in Vornavis and ... an exchange ensued. Team Baron clear victor, Team Chaston's spin on it will clearly take time to figure out... via Rovvigen, TownCrier Correrspondent. Click to view post
  • -13 While people were at the Baron's Audience in Solhaven, the prisoner, Vinswith, being held for the assassination attempt on the Baron of Bourth's daughter, was found dead in the barracks. via Hapenlok in the wee hours. Click to view post
  • -17 And... the Plot Thickens: Stormyrain given Jastevian vision on Wednesday night, and writes a letter to Marshal Thrayzar about it. Click to view posts
  • -18 The Chaston PR machine hits a new low as the Prelate's spin reaches beyond letters to officials and speeches. The first Crusader Chronicles has been published and is already being distributed among the townspeople of Wehnimer's by Morning on the Day of the Huntress. Click to view post
  • -18 Meanwhile an unhappy Hapenlok is confined and put under guard in the Landing on Niiman night. Whispers reference the Witch Raznel... Click to view post
  • -19 On the Night of the Huntress, Landing area Adventurers repelled two concerted attacks by Chaston's Crusaders on dark shrines in the area. Arachne's Temple was badly singed, but not desecrated. Luukos' shrine was the other one successfully defended. Afterwards, Blue Boy Rodnay warned of an ominous "Atonement" to happen around the week's end next week
  • -20 Reports arrive with news of an entire NE Mestinair village slaughtered by Chaston's Crusaders. They announced this victory over a supposed Luukos shrine, but learn that the Baron of Mestanir's nephew among the dead. Chaston spins the young nobleman's death: Click to view post
  • -20 3 bloodied Crusaders spotted slinking out of the Landing near River's Ramble. At the end of the trail of blood, bloody half-elf corpses found in the wine shop cellar. Landing Defenders investigate
  • -22 Whispers of Dissent were squashed by Chaston's Crusaders without thought the other night in a local wine shop. Documents were found, casting doubt on all sorts of things. Click to view post
  • -24 Chaston's Crusaders attack Hendoran and Landing Defenders, but are driven back. At the end, Hendorans bring in a dozen of the instigators and most are executed publicly from the walls of the Outpost. (Live tweets of battle and executions: https://twitter.com/GemStoneIVNews ) Sir Aydan's report: Click to view post
  • -25 Multiple Half-Elves and an Eorgina follower murdered in the Landing on Wednesday night. It all started when Newsby was smacked over the head, dragged from a table where she was working on the next day's headlines and murdered in the common room ... Half-Elves urged to never be alone during this crisis.
  • -26 By the next day, outright attacks by townspeople on adventurers start up in the Landing, and random murdering was still going on. At one point a guard killed a half-elf lass outside the Bank. Mayor warns *everyone* to go nowhere alone.
  • -27 The second issue of the Crusader Chronicles hits the streets of the Landing with sensationalized headlines and the Prelate's own spin on how to twist the truth. It's going to fan all the flames in this pressure cooker... Click to view post
  • -27 Rozy and Lylia exchange insults, and then blows, with a zealot outside of Moot Hall. Both are arrested for the death of the inflammatory priest, but it brings out a crowd of angry townspeople; some attack adventurers.
  • -27 Lylia's OOC and IC summaries of the mob scene in the Landing. Click to view post
  • -28 The foretold night of Atonement started in Solhaven when the Vornavians stood up to the White Crusaders. Who ... seemed to fulfill their own line: His light spreads to all and Darkness is banished. Can't get much more banished than DEAD, Right? :) By Rovvigen, TownCrier Correspondent. Click to view post
  • -28 That Atonement night ended with blood everywhere: at Chaston's Temple, where the murdered Hendoran Nobles gathered, from from the green-haired Lady Drake, murdered at the hands of Drangell, and so many deaths. Catch up with the visions & leading events by Rovvigen, Town Crier correspondent. Click to view post
  • -29 The complete story of what happened Atonement night in Talador, bringing chapter 1, Without A Prayer to a close, and opening up Chapter 2, The Imperial Purge. Click to view post
  • Note: these that follow are part of the second chapter, but happened the last days of the month. Alas organization!
  • -30 Chaston begins 'Half-Elven Inquisition'; no one or nowhere in the Empire is safe from these shake downs by the Church of Koar. They expect people & officials of the Landing to fully participate. (He must be new here, Lylia said.) Disean and Ambrus to arrive Night of the Huntress to begin it. Leaflet surfaces in Landing, telling it like it is. Click to view post
  • -30 Mayor declares all half-elves welcome in Wehnimer's Landing as Chaston's Scrivener reads third proclamation of two from the Prelate.
  • -31 The Hallowed Inquisition and this new Inquistion push by Chaston. Folks, it looks like Thadston & his Knights are gonna need every bit as much protection as half-elves. (Someone explain to me again how an upstart Prelate of Talador has any jurisdiction over Wehnimer's Landing or a HENDORAN Outpost, please?) Click to view post
  • -31 Tolwynn Communes with Ivas during assault on Ivas Temple Wed. night. Seek out Tolwynn, Hadya, or Traiva for more information. Click to view post
  • -31 Chaston's Forces attack Ivas Temple in Vipershroud. Adventurers help Ivasian priestesses defend their home. After fending off the incursion despite mana-dampening mists, the Temple is saved from SHAMELESS assault.

Imaerasta - The Eyes of the Dawn: 2. The Imperial Purge

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  • -1 Wehnimer's Mayor pens a letter to officially denounce Chaston and expose some of his shameless deeds. The Landing is taking a stand against the Prelate. Officially. Click to view post
  • -3 The Imperial INQUISITION has shown up in the Landing area. Pay your respects at your own risk, though. Here's the abbreviated account of the encounter from Madmountan. Click to view post
  • -5 Crusader Chronicles, Issue 3, hits streets of the Landing, revealing just how low Chaston will stoop trying to keep hold over his blinded followers. OK, we *might* have to concede Chaston the LAST headline. But it didn't require an Inquisition to know that, did it? Click to view post
  • -6 Ambrus, Disean, Chaston, Drangell, and Troops moving, and more of Rodnay's foretellings. Ask Lylia for more details of what they learned on the porch while the Inquisitor was ... Inquisitioning? Inquisiting? Click to view post
  • -7 Disean threatens Gypsy troupe's free readings; Visions at Lake Eonak show Chaston's surprise invasion of N. Hendor and stealing the throne; Inquisitor and Disean "detained" in Landing; Many, many Rooks found slain in Landing tunnels. There's so many stories to tell of this night! Brief synopsis of events from Lylia Click to view post
  • -7 An account and record of the visions that allowed Landing area adventurers to ... see what must be seen. Two Gold Sons, by Rovvigen: Click to view post
  • -8 Spreading the Truth - there's a report of a mysterious paper found in the Landing, trying to spread the news about the Prelate's real actions. Let us know if you find more. Who is behind it? What will the townspeople think? How far did it come ... Will it go? Click to view post
  • -9 The Sentinel of Faith - GM Kenstrom's storyline update about Where In The World is Chaston - and What's His New Title This Week? (and how many people died to let him give himself the new title...) Click to view post
  • -9 There was smoke coming from the top of the Colossus on Friday night. Via Aurach: Click to view post
A small group was researching & loresinging a necklace that belonged to Ambrus, the Chaston Inquisitor, the source of the terrible, unnatural black fire. Via Aurach: Click to view post