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PostPosted: Mon, Jun 18 2007, 4:32 AM 

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Aelthas Telstaerr raised his eyes to the dome of the temple of Kelemvor, eyes sad with a sorrow and laden with a great weight. A secret had long been on his mind, one that omens said was going to become known. With a sigh escaped, he returned his gaze to the temple floor.

As usual, Father Karsh lay sitting in the main church area on a bench, hands in prayer and head bowed upon the greater mysteries of Him that they served. Twice he had been sent to Cordor to look for Squire Sten, only to return each time with worrying word over a strange construct that had come in possession of a soul. Karsh wished to return to put the soul to its proper rest, but Aelthas commanded patience from him on it, with a promise from him that no action be taken. Although Karsh listened to his words, Aelthas saw accusation in Father Karsh’s eyes.

And why not! He indeed was doing nothing about a soul that had been in a construct for two millennium. No doubt Father Karsh still pondered the matter during his quiet meditations, and was drawing his own conclusions as to why the High Priest of Kelemvor was not doing anything about the matter.

From a scroll case, Aelthas withdrew many sheets of paper, sifting through them before stopping on one written a while ago by Squire Sten. Reading the pamphlet helped him to remember, and called old feelings within him to the fore. As passion with time dwindles, so to can strength of faith be taken for granted. In the young, who carry faith fresh and wield is as righteous fire, service to Kelemvor can be a glorious thing. He read the letter again, confirming his decision.


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The Eternal Order of Kelemvor is recruiting adventuring people devoted their lives to lord Kelemvor, the Judge and protector of the dead and god of death.

If you feel you want to help spreading lord Kelemvor's word and fighting the undead abominations and the filthy necromancers raising and dominating them, join the Eternal Order of Kelemvor.

The temple and safe haven is located in north part of Kohlingen.
One wishing to join or know more about Kelemvor can also speak with me, Daren Sten, cleric of Kelemvor, squire in the Eternal Order of Kelemvor. I will gladly answer any question concerning either the temple of Eternal Order or lord Kelemvor himself and his goals.

Daren Sten, cleric of Kelemvor, squire in the Eternal Order of Kelemvor

(OOC: Written by Herra Tutteri, playing Daren Sten)


Too many old priests now performed duties with less zeal, and as the natural cycle of life to death is canon to Kelemvor, so is the old making way for the young followed. Father Karsh would be sent to look for Squire Sten yet again.

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PostPosted: Mon, Jun 18 2007, 4:42 AM 

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Lomir Ayloud sighed as he closed the large and heavy book.
It was two hours since he had emerged from the sewers, after his encounter with the Tarkuul Guard that used to be Defender Troyan, and even after searching through the Loremasters Library, he had yet to find any record of his previous life.

As he lifted the next book onto the table, he mulled over in his mind what had happened. While speaking with his friend Krisa, a strange man had entered Cordor. After pursuing him, along with Krisa and Endleas Observen, he finaly gave Krisa the job of telling the Axis that the package was to be delivered soon. What was truely odd, was that he had made her swear a blood oath.

Following him into the sewers, the three discovered this man to be un-dead, a Tarkuul guard. People were scrying on them, for it seemed to be a form of test. The guard was to only attack if he was attacked, but he gave them the choice of letting him go free, and putting him to rest. He was strange for an undead, showing emotions, and a want to remain a servant. His actions and words had provoked the three to decide that he should go free, for he did not wish to rest, despite the group's words.

He sighed for a second time. The guard had told them that he was the corpse of Defender Troyan, and that he had requested to his masters that he could speak with the three again, finding their words interesting. He said that it has been a mission of peace and observation, not one of war. Lomir had decided that the next time he met the guard, he would know of his previous life.

As Lomir continued to study the book, fearing he would have to visit the Defenders to discover the answers he need, he hoped that, unlike everything else that happened on Amia, this would not end in tradgedy.

(OOC: Written by mairacle_ninja, playing Lomir Ayloud)

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PostPosted: Mon, Jun 18 2007, 5:21 AM 

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He who was Troyan stared at the frog jumping near him in the swamp. It seemed to sense his presence and instinctively sought escape. A quick skeletal hand barred it from doing so, and eyeless sockets stared at a quivering toad.

Memories of the man he was flooded the undead. It remembered taking care of an injured toad, setting it on its way weeks later. It remembered how Troyan cried, not understanding why he did, as a falcon had swooped down and had taken the toad in its talons moments after Troyan...he...had set it down. Troyan had sought a priest of Kelemvor to give the toad its last rites, for it was deserving as all things were, and the priest in turn instructed Troyan further along in his natural respect of death. Eventually Troyan...he...would become a paladin of Kelemvor.

Servants of Velsharoon had changed much of that, as His priests had awakened him, bringing him to unlife he now existed in. As a servant, he was set to patrol the city of Tarkuul, joining the skeletal guard to defend the city against the paladins he had once been comrade with. Yet much more than instilling negative energy into his corpse had been done. He was more than oher guards, as he had what he could only call 'personality'. This seemed to amuse the clergy of Velsharoon even more, and he understood that his existance was meant to be a stain on the service his living self had done.

They were now letting him have contact with outside forces, letting him talk with others. As long as his plight amused the clerics of Velsharoon and his presence shine light on the failure of Kelemvor to protect His own servants, he would be allowed to continue to investigate who he was in life.

Three stood out. They had helped where others had simply attacked. Their names stood as marked in stone within his memory. Lomir Ayloud, Krisa Asen, and Endleas Obervan-Shadowflame had offered to help him know this Troyan he was, even while knowing priests of Velsharoon scryed upon them in mocking silence. They would help him, they said. He wanted to know. He needed to know.

When the memories were done, he refocused back on the frog within his skeletal hand. Not much was left of it, as his fingers had crushed through the frogs soft flesh sometime while he was thinking deeply.

With interest, he who was Troyan once again examined the frog, bringing its eyeless sockets to the frog's eyes that hung protruding on small cords over a bone palm. Satisfied that its life was ended, he set it down and walked from the swamps into Tarkuul.

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PostPosted: Mon, Jun 18 2007, 5:41 AM 

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Father Karsh was tired of going to Cordor, tired of looking for Daren Sten, and very tired of not doing anything about the construct that contained a soul for over two thousand years. Such a blasphemy could not be left untouched, yet he had been given orders not to do anything at the moment. Viable reasons why it had to be so had not been found by Karsh, and darker seeds of thought on Aelthas's order began to grow.

Zanthos. A name that seemed to be haunting him, for that was what the construct had called itself.

Drawn by simple curiousity, Karsh conversed with what he thought a simple magical construct, but found a great amount of vim in the metal to his surprise. Shock had replaced surprise when Zanthos told Karsh of the soul that had resided within it for two thousand years, and that this soul was what gave Zanthos the construct its character.

Something had to be done. Kelemvor would not sit idle while a soul such as this lay entombed to suffer in metal and gears. Perhaps it was a test that Aelthas was placing on him, to serve the word of High Priest or the word of Kelemvor, Karsh thought to himself.

Striding through Cordor, Father Karsh managed to ask at least a few citizens about the whereabouts of Daren Sten as his gaze searched for the construct, Zanthos.

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PostPosted: Mon, Jun 18 2007, 5:43 AM 

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Lomir yawned as he pulled the next book onto the desk.
He had been searching for information about Defender Troyan, and had found nothing so far. He was getting desperate, researching in books that seemed completely unrelated to Troyan. He sighed as he looked through the next book, a clergy member list of Kelemvor. He had read a little about Kelemvor, though showed little intrest in the deity.

As he flicked through the pages, he began to smile. Finaly, there was a mention of Troyan Gault. As he read through, he learnt that the man was a devotee to Kelemvor and had been interred to rest. He quickly jotted down a quote about his placement in the tomb from the book, "In rest or until the servant is called again."

Lomir's grin grew broader still, for he found even more information in the following texts, regarding his efforts as a defender. It seemed he had lead some of the first, and most fatal, charges against the manor house. His end came in his attempts to clense the area. The remains of Defender Troyan Gault were returned to the followers of Kelemvor, which would have been interred as descriped in the clergy records.

As Lomir jotted down notes, trying to think of a plan, his smile faded. In none of these books, had he found the location of Troyan's resting place. "Well," he sighed, as he closed the dusty tomes and packed up his possesions. "Looks like I've got some research to do on a certain god, a certain tomb to find, and a certain skeleton to converse with..."

(OOC: Written by mairacle_ninja, playing Lomir Ayloud)

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PostPosted: Mon, Jun 18 2007, 23:13 PM 

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Records of the Life of Defender Troyan found within the Loremaster's Library

Troyan Gault had served as a defender for many years, with honorable distinctions in protecting Kholingen from the undead at the manor house nearby. He was also a follower of Kelemvor, and spent much of his off duty time spreading His teachings to the people. The coin Defender Troyan had gathered from his earlier days as an adventurer and his later days as a guard in large part went to the church of Kelemvor. Along with this generosity, his zeal in fighting undead was only matched by the clergy of Kelemvor who held Defender Gault in high esteem.

When a team of volunteers was to be chosen from the Defenders to scout the mansion up on the hill for the threat of undead, Defender Troyan stepped forth with others to take the task upon themselves. Reports of this mission conclude that an ambush had been set, with approach to the mansion made without any resistance, but that upon entering an ambush occurred. This forced the group to retreat back to the outside area, where they encountered a second ambush waiting for them to return outside.

Defender Troyan is known to have fought tenaciously against the undead, calling on the righteous might of Kelemvor, and saved many other Defenders from death to escape the manor grounds, fighting through the throng of undead to make way to the gate. It was here that Defender Troyan’s sacrifice occurred, for as he held the gate open against the undead attempting to close it and trap the Defenders, the claws and teeth of many undead found purchase on his undefended flesh and his life was taken. The remaining Defenders managed to drag his body away from the undead, closing the gate behind them and securing it shut, yet it was too late. Defender Troyan was dead.

Defender Troyan was initially interred in ceremony with the other Defenders who gave their lives in defence of the city, but when Kelemvorites were granted rights to a temple within Kholingen, his body was taken and placed within a tomb within its grounds with the words 'In rest or until the servant is called again'.

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PostPosted: Tue, Jun 19 2007, 23:50 PM 

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Krisa grumbled, thrusting open the wooden doors to the Loremaster's Library in Triumvir. Inside, she marveled at at the bookshelves that towered around her, all the while her wet cloak dripping a forming a puddle at her feet. Unclasping her cloak and hanging it on a coat-rack by the door, it dawned up her how much harder her job had just become thanks to issues in gaining access to the Defender's library. She sighed and reluctantly set up a ladder against one of the bookshelves. With every rung she climbed, she hoped she was coming closer to finding something about Defender Troyan, and his mysterious past.

(OOC: Written by Burningoutbright, playing Krisa Asen)

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PostPosted: Wed, Jun 20 2007, 0:15 AM 

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Excerpt from a Thesis on the Internment of Servants of Kelemvor

As Kelemvor is the God of Death, those that choose to serve him may be held in esteem after the end of their life, and be interred within a tomb under a seal that only the high priest at the temple can open. The surface is usually scribed with some reference to a possible return, and indeed such does happen, for if the people are in need, then the high priest would go forth and break the seal on the tomb and return the hero back to life.

Some would say Kelemvor is a hypocrite at this point, going against his own edicts when it suits him, yet as His domain is death, then in what way can he break his own law when he is the maker of the law. Can then corruption come from this use by Kelemvor?

Most assuredly. But the question is, who is corrupted in the end. It lay within the High Priests hands to choose when, who, and if someone is to be returned to life. And such choices for mortals are never without cost. Surprisingly though, the High Priest say resolute and strong in their faith even with this great source of possible corruptoin. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that Kelemvor is still the one granting the power to return the soul of His servant back to their old shell.

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PostPosted: Fri, Jun 22 2007, 13:40 PM 

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(OOC: Okay, having a tough time scheduling some things. If you are interested in joining into either the Eternal Order or in the plot about Defender Troyan, please give me a pm about when would be the best time for you to do so. At the moment, I'm looking at sometime on Sunday, just to help give you an idea when I'm available.)

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PostPosted: Fri, Jun 22 2007, 18:12 PM 

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Being an Undead Hunter for Kelemvor had never been boring, but the request from Father Karsh seemed an interesting one to begin with. Until, at least, he got to Cordor. Then, hours up hours went by as he maintained a vigil over East Cordor, looking for the construct named Zanthos the Father had been so eager for him to find. It would be interesting in the end, though, when it was found. He had fought undead for a very long time, and yearned for a different challenge. A golem with a soul trapped within would prove not only a challenge, but would perhaps earn him greater respect among the other hunters that served Kelemvor.

But the golem Zanthos was not to be found.

It was a blessing that a Defender of Kholingen was met, for this man took upon himself and his kobold companion to find this golem, promising to contact the temple when they did. This freed up the hunters time to pay a nice, respectful visit to the graveyard on Moribund. It was unfortunate the undead never appreciated his form of 'respect' to them.

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PostPosted: Sat, Jun 23 2007, 14:41 PM 

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It was unmistakable in the portents and signs. That which had been kept secret was worming its way to the surface for all to see. Aelthas Telstaerr rubbed his hands together at the fore of the temple hall, and silently prayed to Kelemvor for a way to keep the temple from having an internal revolt occur underneath his leadership.

Walking from his usual place, he sought to have word with one of the Undead Hunters that he had seen talking to Father Karsh, but encountered another priest entering the temple with something in its hands. Approaching to question the priest on his burden, all words disappeared as the feeling of an omen overcame Aelthas.

"I found this at the foot of the door, High Priest. The poor had flown into it just as I was approaching, and was taken by Him with his mercy, for it felt little pain", the priest intoned to Aelthas.


Within the priests hands was a the cold and lifeless body of a raven. Aelthas managed a silent nod for the priest to continue on as speech was taken from him while in the throws of an omen of events to come, and the priest continued into the temple proper to lay his burden at the floor of the statue. Once the man was out of sight, Aelthas walked briskly to his private chamber, seeking parchment and quill to pen perhaps his final announcement to the peoples of Amia.

The Announcement

    I, Aelthas Telstaerr, who resides as High Priest of the Temple of Kelemvor within Kholingen, call himself to judgement, and I place Squire Sten as judge with three as jury that have been chosen by the unfolding of events concerning a fallen hero of Kelemvor. They shall come, and three in number, for thrice was the signs given of my failure. With full understanding and sound mind, I place within the hands of Squire Sten the authority to act as Inquisitor of Kelemvor and as His Executioner if said jury finds myself wanting under the light of the truth that will be exposed.
    The trial shall be open to the masses to view, and all except those who have hatred for Kelemvor are welcome to attend and be witness, for truth shall have its audience, lest it withdraw itself to become secret once again.

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PostPosted: Sat, Jun 23 2007, 20:47 PM 

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(OOC: Alright, more scheduling problems than anticipated and I decided to go with more notice. The trial will take place on Saturday, the 30th, at around 2:00 pm GMT at the moment. Please pm me with your intent to be present.)

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PostPosted: Sun, Jun 24 2007, 3:58 AM 

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Lomir Ayloud stretched, as he sat in a chair, inside the expansive Loremaster's Library. As usual, a red-tailed hawk sat on his shoulder, giving Lomir a cold stare as Lomir glanced over the book on Velsharoon. He looked at the hawk, and smirked.

"Trust me, I don't intend on turning to him any time soon. It's research."

The bird continued to stare at him, as Lomir grimaced.

"Fine. Look, I went with Krisa to the contact point on Moribound, you know, the third grave on the left from the gate? Anyway, it took a while, but we summoned Troyan by placing the amulet of Kelemvor on the grave. And no, I'm not turning to Kelemvor..."

Lomir winced as the bird pushed it's talons through his armour.

"Anywho, we spoke with Troyan, tried to learn more, spoke with him about joy, sorrow, that stuff. We were right, he's not a normal undead. He said it himself, he's more aware than than the guards of Tarkuul. He even said he wished to see the tomb where his corpse was...."
Lomir frowned here.

"Heck, he even left a note, saying he was attempting to stop his masters from scrying on us next time we meet, so we can talk freely."
The hawk relaxed it grip at this, as Lomir turned the page.
"So, we're now good friends. He recognised that.... It's really strange. I've never had major views of Necromancy before, 'til now. I mean, think of how hard it is for him. He finds joy in ending the life of others. I'm just thankful he hasn't killed us... yet."
He sighed, looking down.
"Sometimes, I think it'd be easier just to destroy him, like Endleas says..."

He looked up again, turning to the bird who had landed on the desk.

"But I wouldn't do that to a friend. We just need to go along with the plan. So, I go to the temple of Kelemvor, say I've been given the job of investigating the matter that a certain Defender has been risen using un-natural means. I investigate around, you give me time by creating a diversion. I find our where his tomb is, look around, find who gave his corpse to the Tarkuulians, find out why, learn what is in the Axis' delivery and put a stop to this evil plot."
He had to smirk as he turned to the next page.

"I swear, I've done this sorta thing sooo many times, it's becoming a perfectly normal activity..."

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PostPosted: Sun, Jun 24 2007, 21:26 PM 

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Krisa slumped over her desk in a half-asleep daze. She stirred as the morning larks nested in the tree outside became active- singing and rustling the leaves to the elderly oak. Slowly she stretched into an upright position and stifled a yawn with her hand, she had been getting less and less sleep every night. It was too late to try and catch up, however. The tips of Dawn's fingers were already tapping on the dew-splashed window. Bleary-eyed, yawning once more, she looked down at the notes and books that cuttered her workspace. Carefully picking up one hastily scrawled in a childish block print, Lomir's handwriting, she sighed and mumbled the words to herself. It was a copy of the note recieved from Troyan in Moribund's Graveyard the previous night.

"How do I get myself into these messses...?"
She huffed and leaned back in her chair, letting the note float gently to the ground.

"At least it seems like we are all working to together... like friends, right Troyan?"
The exhausted bard managed a smile as she addressed the note on the floor without looking at it. She grimanced as she turned back to her desk, dreading even turning another page of any of those books. Shaking her head, she reached down for the note and set it back on the table. Gently, she rubbed her temples and then muttered, addressing the note once more.

"....Don't worry Troyan... Lomir and I will find a way to help... I just hope he is having better luck than I am...

Relunctantly, she cracked open another book, scribbled down some notes, and constantly pondered the answer the question she asked herself earlier, "How do I get myself into these messes....?"


 
      
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PostPosted: Fri, Jun 29 2007, 21:49 PM 

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The usual Kohlingen rain pattered on the cobblestone streets outside the Temple of Kelemvor. Lead by a quaterstaff, Krisa wandered in. As she glanced about, a neat puddle formed at her feet, fed by her dripping cloak. Simular to Krisa's entry, Father Karsh walked into the lobby of the Temple and greeted her.

After a short chat with him, Krisa went completely against Lomir's plan and went with the one she had fashioned up the night before. She was easily able the convince the priest that she was a scholar from the Loremaster's Guild looking to gather information on Kelemvorite Burials. Father Karsh was more than eager to take her to the dazzlingly clean, yet dull, burial hall.

One by one, she was introduced to the deceased heroes. Finally coming across Troyan Gault's coffin, she paused as the priest continued on his way. After a moment or two, he realized the bard was no longer following and walked back. Pointing out the words etched into the tomb, "In rest, or until the servant is called again," lead to a conversation about how the High Priest, the emissary of Kelemvor Himself and the only one capable of reviving the sleeping servants, was to be held on trial the next day and that the last hero revived was seemingly brought back without reason. Krisa frowned at this as she wrote it down, even with what she had already gathered, it was not enough for her to be able to leave satisfied. She glanced at the sealed tomb. She had to see. But not while Father Karsh was around. Thinking quickly, she remembered what ArchCouncillor Harrik Lugh had once said about the undead plaguing the area about the Tower. It was perfect. Delivering the information to the priest would help both of them.

Nodding once, Father Karsh left the hall. Leaving Krisa alone behind a locked door with the coffin she was told to open. She looked over it contemplatively. It was tightly shut, just as the priest had said. She eyed the door for a second, knowing she didn't have much time. Time suddenly felt like it was passing faster. She reached into her bag for some of the supplies she bought specially for the occasion, then she stopped. She needed an alibi incase she did get caught. Taking a brief moment, she took some charcoal and a sheet of paper and made an imprint of the words on the side of the tomb quickly and left them beside her.

Thinking that a plausible excuse for her to be kneeling beside the tomb, she quickly uncorked an acid flask and used the dipper to apply some to the seal. The corrosive slime hissed and bubbled, but did little. Tightly corking the flask, the swapped it for one of Alchemist's Fire. Knowing it dangerous to work with, she quickly slathered a very small amount atop the acid. Krisa leapt back as the tiny explosion occured, but she was to slow and flames licked her finger tips. She winced and closed the flask, tucking it away. She nursed her lightly charred fingers in her mouth, watching.

Once again, nothing happened. Krisa was becoming annoyed. As the small flames snuffed themselves out and the acid quit hissing, she noticed the scath marks left behind. Before she could continue, she had to return the tomb it's former spotlessness. Using a cloth and some achohol from a healing kit, she scrubbed the stonework clean. She sighed.

Gently pushing on the tomb as she rose, completely out of ideas, she felt the tomb shift under her palm. Blinking, she fell to her knees and noticed a small seam underneath the seal she was working at that hinted the tomb would slide out and leave the lid stationary in a drawer-like fashion. She glanced over her shoulder at the door, then slowly began to tug at the slideout stone slab. To her suprise, it came out easily and nearly leapt out at her. Latches on a thin stone covering on the drawer were unlocked and after she lifted it, she found the tomb empty, much to her inner relief. Though, it was quickly shattered. A key jingled in the lock of the door and a panic absorbed Krisa. No longer caring, she shoved the drawer shut and plopped down on the floor, grabbing her charcoal sketch and looking over it with a false expression of admiration.

Father Karsh re-entered the hall, greeting the anxious Krisa with a smile. She returned it, but then was filled with inner dread as he began inspecting the tombs. She prayed that he wouldn't find anything. After a moment, he nodded to himself, finding everything in order. He turned back to Krisa.

"Sorry about the long absence. It took longer than I had thought.... Find everything you were looking for Lady Krisa?"

"Ah yes. Thank you. I was just finishing a charcoal etching of the words on this tomb. I'm sure the students will find it interesting. Thank you for your time, Father Karsh. I appreciate it.

"It is my pleasure Lady Krisa. Oh, and an Undead Hunter should be dispatched to that area soon. Now, if you are ready, I can escort you out."

Krisa gathered up her notebook, charcoal and sketch and neatly tucked them in her in her purse. Picking her staff up from the floor she smiled and nodded, following him out.

"Thanks again, Father. This helps me more than you know."

"You are quite welcome. Feel free to stop by again if you need anything else."

Father Karsh waved and shut the temple doors as Krisa stepped out into the wet streets. Pulling her cloak about her shoulders, she grinned up at the sky. Pleased with her success, she wandered off toward the docks until her image was lost in the cool fog. Off to leave a note describing her findings for a certain friend of hers on Moribund.


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PostPosted: Sat, Jun 30 2007, 19:15 PM 

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Daren walked into the temple of the Eternal Order of Kelemvor in Kohlingen followed by two of his brethren, paladin Roland Sigers and priest novice Blackamoor, and with a mysterious monk, Thilidar.
He sighed as he opened the doors of the temple and looked around him. He was to act as a judge in a trial concerning the whole Kohlingen. He opened the door to the barracks section and went to the sleeping quarters. There he pulled on his robe over his armour and adjusted his eyepatch and inhaled deeply.

By the time he walked into the great hall that was supposed to act as a court room all the chairs, tables and candlestands were set and the large Book of Kelemvor was taken there, mainly because of its symbolic value.

People began pouring in and filling the benches that usually contained a few priests and knights of the Eternal Order. Now they were full of people interested in the event that was about to begin. The fact that probably lured them there was that the High Priest Aelthas Telstaerr himself was accused of letting the servants of Velsharoon take the body of Defender Troyan.

Daren had spent the whole last day examining the documents concerning Defender Troyan and what happened over 14 years ago when his body was handed over to the Velsharoonians. Now it was time for judgement.

"Silence!" he began the trial and hit the table in front of him with his trusty hammer.
"We are here today to deem whether this man is guilty for the following accusations!" He then motioned to Aelthas who spoke out the accusations he was charged with.
Daren questioned Aelthas who admitted free willingly letting the Velsharoonians in the temple to claim the body of Troyan knowing all the time what they were about to do to the body.

Before they got to continue a strange man stumbled to the hall. He smelled of foul air. Disgusting to whoever has to smell it. His bones were visible from the most parts but lumps of flesh were hanging from here and there.
He walked to the middle of the aisle and stopped.
Everybody was staring at him with their mouths open, except all the Kelemvorites who glared at this foul being.
Suddenly this creature identified itself as Defender Troyan. Krisa Asen jumped up and looked at Troyan in obvious surprise.
"Krisa... Run!" Troyan said and only in matter of seconds he blew up like a hellball.

Aelthas, Daren, Kald Blake and Roland Sigers who were far enough from the blast pushed themselves up and began helping the others. Aelthas prayed and a big wave filled the room and all those who had died in the explosion raised up like nothing had happened.
Soon after this a bunch of skeletons appeared in the middle of the hall and a furious fight broke up, for they were there only for one apparent reason; to kill everybody.

After a few minutes the floor was covered with blood, bones and gear the skeletons used. The casualties were raised as soon as possible to save the corpses from brain damages and rotting. They were still able to be saved by the simpliest spells.

Even as strange as it sounds the trial continued, but guards were placed to the doorways to prevent similar attacks that had almost cost the lives of over 20 people.
The attack certainly did not help Aelthas in his position. People were furious and stood around him shouting he had let those creatures in to kill them. Daren, Roland and Kald managed to return order and the trial continued.

After questioning Krisa and Aelthas some more it was found out that somehow Aelthas' visions were altered and that made him think the temple of the Eternal Order and whole Kohlingen would perish if Troyan's body wasn't given to the Velsharoonians.
Aelthas seemed sincere in his claims that he only did what he thought would save most lives. A messenger of lord Kelemvor appeared as Daren told Aelthas to pray lord Kelemvor for a vision to prove his story right. A beautiful womanly creature with white wings appeared and told that Aelthas' faith was in the hands of the mortal Jury that was to decide whether he was guilty or not.
Daren kneeled among some others and stared the messenger that, after delivering the message, faded away.

Since no other questions were left and everything seemed to have been said, Daren let the Jury decide Aelthas' fate.
Blackamoor and Kald declared their opinions about Aelthas' guiltyness. They found themselves understanding that Aelthas had worked as he though he would've done the most good. He had chosen the path which needed courage to step on, as Kald said.
Then Roland's turn came. He nodded in agreement with the two, but he then stood up and declared that Aelthas' decision to keep it all secret and the thing he did made him be unable to continue as the High Priest of the order.

Finally it was Daren's turn to pass the judgement, whatever it was.
"In front of these people here witnessing, I pass my judgement on Aelthas Telstaerr! I have agreed that you are not guilty for acting with the sick creatures who mock death, but you are not a competent one to lead this temple! You shall be stripped of your title as High Priest, but you are always welcomed to this temple as a vrother in faith!"
As he hit the desk with his hammer to seal the decision, a bright light hit Aelthas and the messenger of Kelemvor appeared once more.
She said "It is the decision of Kelemvor to choose the next leader for this temple!"
She then turned to Roland and asked. "What is in your heart, Squire Sigers?"
Roland who was kneeled in front of the messenger like everybody else in the room answered "Kelemvor is in my heart."
"So be it! You shall be the follower of Aelthas Telstaerr to become the new High Priest of this temple!"
Roland rose and declared that he shall do everything for the order and that things do not change despite the change in leadership.

The trial was over, Aelthas found unguilty but lost his position as the head of the temple. He was not too saddened about it, or at least he did not show it to anybody else. Roland stood in the back of the hall and shook hands with everybody congratulating him.
Daren walked out of the hall when no one else except him, Roland and Aelthas were there.
Daren was happy. Aelthas was allowed to live and the temple had a new leader, an efficient one, with a strong devotion to lord Kelemvor, the Judge.


//Okay... I know this is LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG, but.... I can't help it. I never know how to end stories quickly and efficiently. Anyway, if someone read this... thank you and I will make sure to name you an Ãœber-Schnitzel!

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The Verdicts of the Jury as Recorded in the Great Book of the Dead within the Temple of Kelemvor.
Blackamoor: "Hmh... well, based on what we have seen and heard... I think it is at least suspicious that he didn't come forth earlier... but it seems Kelemvor hasn't been upset by his actions... And, all is well that ends well, the man got to live his afterlife with Kelemvor... and no harm except the attack has been caused by his silence... I vote not quilty."

Kald Blake: "You spoke of paths.... the path of what is right is at our feet, we need only the courage to follow it. Maybe you where foolish, maybe you where scared, and I do agree you're not a evil man. But as for being the high priest of this temple I think you've given up much honor with your choices....yet I'd not see you damned. I've made foolish choices as well. Not guilty."

Roland Sigers: "Well then. It does seem Lord Kelemvor is still pleased with you in some way. Instead of giving the judgement Himself, He let the scepter fall in our hands, however. I can see how you tried your best to save us from harm, but by doing so you acted recklessly.... You do not deserve to be punished by death.. However, by doing what you thought was right you endangered everyone present here today, broke a Sacred ritual of burial.. For such crimes I can no longer look upon you as our High Priest. I'd see you removed from those duties as a punishment, so I say Guilty"

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The Zanthos Declaration


*This declaration has been hanged in the main hall of Kelemvor's Temple and carries the wax seal of the Order*

The construct known as Zanthos is to be left alone and no Undead Hunter, Paladin or Priest is to attack him. If seen, Zanthos is to be asked to contact myself so I can clear a few matters with him. This is of utmost importance.

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Daren sat alone in the front bench of the great hall of the temple of Kelemvor. He was wearing his priest's robe, not his full plate and black cape as he usually did. He had bowed his head for prayer and mumbled quietly to himself.

"Lord... Help us endure the forthcoming times which I suppose shall be full of trials and tribulations. Make us stronger so that we can fulfil our duties in your name efficiently and honourably."

He stayed quiet and sat still for a while and then stood up, glanced about the hall and bowed to the statue of Kelemvor.
Brother Telstaerr was apparently with High Priest Sigers, since he was not in his usual spot, welcoming guests and helping them understand the faith and find their way around the temple.
He had been spending quite a lot of time around Sigers since their positions were "swapped" so to say. He was acting as some sort of an advisor to his successor.

Daren walked to the smithy and nodded to the guards and hunters in the room.
"Greetings, Inquisitor." they answered to the nod.
Daren walked to the smith and handed him a bag of gold.
"If you have time, we would need a lock to the door leading upstairs to the High Priest's room. We wish to avoid any unpleasant interruptions in the future. Also, I would suggest a lock to the crematory door. Keys included, of course. If the gold is not sufficien, please do inform me."

Daren then walked out of the smity and went to the sleeping quarters to his bunk, opened his locker and strapped on his full plate. He then walked outside, activated his portal rod and left for Cordor.


//EDITED for lots of typos.

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Kald and Trent Blake enter the Keep carrying what seems to be a bottle for holy water with some sort of dust or ashes within. They nod and say hello to the guards and make their way to the chapel. Once there Kald takes the bottle and wraps it in a hold Defender cloak, and places it on to the side on a table Trent brings in. He then goes and gets a sword and lays it before the ashes. Once all of this is done Kald simply says "Welcome home brother, rest easy knowing none will ever have you again". The Blakes leave the room and go to Kald's room where Trent asks " And how did all of this happen without us knowing nothing of it?"

Kald responds " Krisa knew, and told us nothing. In fact it is why she was lying, and I have a hunch there are more involved as well. But what concerns me the most is weather the temple knew, and if they did why they didn't inform us at once."

Trent: " Good question......."

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Father Aelthas continued to make his rounds, replacing the nearly spent candles with new ones, lighting each one with a few words for the souls that needed Kelemvor's light to guide them. He had been putting off a meeting with the High Priest, Roland Sigers, allowing some time for the man to consider what was to be done by himself, so that his actions were untainted and pure. It would be solely the High Priest's decision to move the temple from Kholingen to the lands of the Salandrians, and some time given to Roland for reflection on the matter was prudent.

But much had occured in Kholingen and much was yet to occur. Thinking of the rumors that had come to his ears of some saying the Kelemvorites were leaving Kholingen during their time of need, Aelthas thought quietly to himself.

'What time would be good to move the Temple from Kholgingen? As quick as one enemy is defeated, another rises to take its place', pondered Aelthas, unravelling a recent pamphlet distributed in Kholingen. 'Nay, peace can not be found here. Kholingen will always be at war with someone. And now it seems the Horsemen rise to such an occasion.'

Looking down at the pamphlet, he realized how sad he fealt for the Defenders and their never ending struggle. They were strong, but in their desire to be seen as strong, they caused evil to flock to them as crows for the murder. The covetous are many that, upon seeing another mans pride and strength that they have failed to achieve for themselves, would rise with sword and torch to destroy the reminder of their own failure. The Defenders would be these to many, and it did not seem to have end.

Flipping the pamphlet over, Aelthas found quill and ink and began writing.

On the Back of The Horsemen Pamphlet
    High Priest Roland Sigers,

    And who shall be after them? This will never end.
    Please seek me out to discuss the avenues upon which the Temple of Kelemvor may be moved to the Salandrian Temple grounds, unless you have altered your choice.

    Father Aelthas

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(OOC: A meeting of Kelemvorites will occur on Saturday, at 2100 GMT, to discuss the future of the Temple. If you can't make it, but wanted to be there, let me know what your character's name is.)

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The bells in the Temple of Kelemvor rang once, signaling the start of the meeting of Kelemvorites in Kholingen.

For weeks, rumors of the possible move of the Temple of Kelemvor had spread through the priests, knights, and hunters of Kelemvor. As High Priest Roland Sigers strode into the hall with Inquisitor Sten on one side, and Father Metalien Sikth of the Salandrians on the other, all faces watched as rumor became more possible with each of their steps towards the gathering place of Kelemvorites held at the front of the temple.
Maioth Maavel, who had arrived early had humbly taken a seat outside the circle of Sixteen.
After all were seated, with Father Metalien taking the Inquisitor’s usual seat, the meeting began.

“All hail High Priest Roland Sigers”, Father Aelthas intoned. “Hail to he who guides”, responded back the assembled followers, bowing low before the High Priest.

“Good to see you all here, brothers and sisters”, said Roland to the followers before him, nodding to each in turn. “Today, we only have one topic to discuss, unless someone brings forth another one. All of you have, without a doubt, heard the rumors concerning our temple's relocation…”

“Aye...and are worried greatly about it”, Father Karsh interjected, a look of indignation upon his face.

“Understandable. Alas, I will hereby inform you all that the rumors are true”, Roland continued, glancing towards the newly arrived figure that had appeared out of no where, his gaze returning to the masses before him as the figure of Blackamoor was realized. Blackamoor quietly nodded to those gathered, receiving a return nod from Inquisitor Sten, and took a seat upon the floor near the front of the temple. After a slight pause, Roland continued.

“We will relocate our temple onto the ground of the Salandrans, by the approval of Temple Father Sikth and his Clergy.”

A silence spread among those gathered at hearing the High Priest’s words. Maioth’s brow perked but silence held his tongue, as it did with many others. Soon, the reality that the Temple was going to be moved set in to the gathered Kelemvorites.

Slowly raising himself, and coughing from the strain of it, Hers Half Dead overcame his fit to speak. “Me was sittin’ here... Thinkin'.”
The High Priest motioned for him to continue.

“This temple be ...important… Are we leavin' it?”, Hers said, coughing again before taking his seat.

Father Metalien gave his voice to ease the old man’s concerns. “It will cease to be Salandran ground. It will be a co-operation of gods. We will share the ground as a family.”

Roland looked across, giving a nod to the Father before speaking. “A valid concern, Hers. Our temple is the focus of our belief, and that is why we will carry it with us, stone by stone.”

A look of disbelief at the suggestion of such a grand undertaking spread through the assembled worhsippers.

Father Karsh was the first to speak.

” Stone by stone?!? We can barely manage to muster ourselves against the manor! How in the....”

“Help will be sought”, said Roland calmly, raising a hand to words of Father Karsh. “I will arrange a meeting with the Dwarven council. Dwarves are known for their remarkable skill in stonemasonry and for their superb strength.

“You can't be suggesting the dwarves would move every stone! That's...just ridiculous!”, pronounced Karsh, crossing his arms while receiving many frowns from around the room.

“No, all of us will help, naturally,” Roland again calmly replied.

Father Aelthas stood forth, bowing his head to the High Priest in supplication.

“May I speak?”

“Of course”, Roland replied, motioning for the man to have the floor.

“Thank you, High Priest,” said Aelthas, walking to the center of the floor before continuing. “Among you are many who can summon elementals. Among you are priests that can call forth those of the earth to do your bidding. It is the earth elemental which is the key to the moving of our temple, for they can travel not like us across the earth, but through. But still, more would be needed.”

Aelthas paused, clearing his throat.

“Of course there is the option of using magic to port the temple to the Salandra grounds”, Roland said to the agreement of many others, Maioth’s and Blackamoor’s included.

Turning to Blackamoor, Aelthas spoke directly to him. “Do you possess this ability? Can you arrange this?”

“Me? Nae... but I've seen enough”, Blackamoor replied.

“The only problem in this”, said Inquisitor Sten,”is that I doubt any of us possesses abilities enough to port a large building. And I doubt the Mystran mages are too willing to aid us in this.”

Roland gave his verdict on moving the temple in that manner. “It is an unreliable way. We might end up in the Sea.”

Glancing at Roland, Aelthas continued his prior course. “With bags of holding placed on earth elementals, we could do this in one trip. We here can summon enought elementals, but in the end it is the bags that are needed. And the number we need are many.”

“By taking this temple down, stone by stone, and placing it within these bags....where then the bags are carried by the elementals, we could succeed at doing this. This was simply a suggestion, of course”, said Aelthas, while retaking his seat.

“Maybe we can get some larger versions, custom made for this?”, Maioth spoke from his bench outside the Sixteen, receiving a nod from Inquisitor Sten.

“A very good one too, sir”, Metalien said, giving Aelhas an approving nod.

“A grand suggestion”, said Roland. “One which is tied to the will of our clergy to summon the elementals”.

Father Karsh could no longer stand for these ridiculous suggestions. “That....would take...hundreds of bags?!? How can we purchase that many?”

“Father Karsh…”, Roland said, giving him a stern look.

“Of...of course…”, Karsh mumbled, retaking his seat but not losing his frown.

“We could have the bags be made”, spoke Aelthas quietly. “There is a valley that large spiders gather with ample material there to make such bags out of.”

“The Valley of the Arachnid?”, asked Metalien, getting a nod from Aelthas for confirmation. “I know this place.”

“I suppose most of us do”, Roland said. “As to the elementals, I ask this here and now. Which of you are willing to summon one for help, thus greatly aiding and speeding our plans?”

“I can not summon elementals, but I can summon a large and strong juggernaut to aid in this”, Maioth replied.

“I can call for Winsyton. He is strong and can swiftly take a few bags to the Salandran grounds”, Inquisitor Sten responded, followed with by quiet assents from priests that they could summon the earth elementals needed.

“Alas I can only summon an Azer”, said Metalien. “Or a Planetar.”
With the discussion taking a positive tone, many of the faces brightened with surety of course.

“Good, good... I suppose we'll stick to this plan, then”, Roland said.
Smirking, an Undead Hunter took his opportunity. “The dwarves...we still need their greedy fingers. Pardon. Skilled fingers,” the Hunter said, noticing the from he was getting from Blackamoor for his words.
“They are fond of gold, but they are reasonable and honorable”, said Roland.

Moving the discussion on, Metalien spoke. “I believe the plot of land we discussed some weeks back will be perfect. It's only got a plot of my vegetables on it currently and I don't mind losing them to help you find more peace.”

Nods of appreciation went to Metalien from many, including from Roland.
“We can order our hunters to make you a new garden,” said Inquisitor Sten, smiling and giving a nod to a Hunter’s emotionless stare.

“Dwarves are needed when we will begin rebuilding our temple”, spoke Roland. “It will be built exactly as this one, with no modifcations whatsoever.”

“I know a couple of stout fellows from Brogdenstien”, Metalien said. “And I don’t really have time for my garden now that I'm Temple Father, but thank you all the same, Sir Daren.”

Aelthas slowly raised his hand.

“There...is the discussion about cost. I've calculated some projections...”, Aelthas said, hesitating. “And....aside from what we would pay the dwarves…”, faltered Aelthas.

“I have more gold than I need myself. I am willing to use it”, interjected Inquisitor Sten.

“Yes, the costs?”, Roland asked, hoping to speed Aelthas on.

“I've calculated it would cost...six and a half million....gold. We have four million in treasury, with the selling of...”, said Aelthas, stricken by Metaliens deed.

Metalien began rummaging through his back pack, pulling out very large bags of coin. “One Million gold. Yours if you want it.”

“You...are too generous, sir”, Aelthas said, bowing low to him.
Metalien smiled. “I was fortunate with the sale of a Flawless Mythal.”
Inquisitor Sten would be next to offer. “I can also hand out a million gold pieces. Then we nearly have all the gold we need.”

“Hmm, interesting”, said Roland, giving Aelthas a strange look. “I do wonder where you've come up with such numbers, seeing as we'd only pay for the manufacturing of the bags and for the dwarves.”

“Mortar can not be reused, as other things cost also. Just because you can take a brick apart, doesn't mean it does not cost to put it back together”, Aelthas said, defending his projections.

“New footings would also have to be prepared as the ground is soft and the water table near the surface”, said Metalien, giving Aelthas support to his claim.

“In the end, we are only short a half million”, said Aelthas.

Not done with his questioning of Aelthas, Roland continued while watching the man. “You mentioned selling. Selling what?”

“Which includes a hundred and forty bags of holding”, said Aelthas continuing on as if he had not heard the High Priest.

“That could be raised easily from the spoils of battle against the Undead”, said Metalien, nodding slowly.

Inquisitor Sten’s single word spoke volumes.
“Indeed.”

“Spoils for the profit, yes”, again asked Roland.

“We have gathered a nice pile of items from our proper re-internment of Undead. With those as part of the treasury amount, totaling four million…and with the kind offers...we almost have enough!”

”I have noticed that the vampires at the Brogendenstein Manor are very wealthy”, flatly said the Inquisitor, with a nod of approval from Metalien. “If I can get some help with me, I am sure we can clear the manor. I have been there many times, but even with Winston's help I have not been able to venture further than the first floor.”

“I am doubtful of my skill enough to handle that, yet”, replied Metalien.

“Without a doubt”, said Roland. “Vampires have centuries of time to gain wealth.”

“I can oversee the operation to make these bags”, remarked Aelthas, seeming to change topics. “I just need the material from the spiders. The webbing is perfect for it.”

“I'll arrange a squad for retrieval”, replied Roland, giving him an odd look.

“I'm afraid I cannot help you with that”, said Metalien. “It's against Salandra's commands to kill, but you could ask my son. He's a Ranger. He may even be able to catch the queen alive. You may be able to milk her, rather than kill her.”

Nodding to Metalien, Aelthas spoke. “We don't need to kill the spiders. We just need their webbing. If a group could go under the auspices of spells to make one unseen…”

“Perhaps then, you could get my son to empathize with the queen”, Metalien said with a sigh of relief. “Perhaps even get her to willingly part with enough silk to make these bags.”

“Make an offering to the queen?”

“Talk to her”, replied Metalien. “He's very good with animals.”

“I do wonder what a spider would want”, said Roland. “Apart from food.”
Aelthas blinked several times to Metalien’s words, seeming to rethink something before responding. “I…never thought of that. And yes I do wonder.”

“I can do my best trying to find something from the vampire manor”, said Daren.

Listening to the discussion had not assuaged Father Karsh’s worry, and his face took on a sour expression.

But Father Karsh had had enough now. Someplace inside he had reached a breaking point. “And now we deal with wicked spiders? Are we Lolthites?”, he said, ignoring the many glares from around the room.

“No, good sir”, calmly spoke Metalien. “Just trying to avoid unnecessary harm to an innocent animal that has as much right as us to live.”

“Heh...I thought I was supposed to be the ol' crazy coot”, Hers Half Dead chuckled.

“Do you feel like one, Father Karsh?”, Roland asked.

“It's...just unsavory”, Karsh said, looking at Metalien only for a moment before the embarrassment of his words cause him to look away.

“Because? Please, explains your views since you care to express them so eagerly”, Roland said.

“They are spiders! They stand as creatures of evil and filth! Drow hold them dear for that reason!”

“They are innocent animals, just as most things are. They live, breath, and care for their young just as we do”, said Metalien with a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Yer an idiot, Karsh!”, yelled the outspoken Hunter.

“Lothlites hold them dear for that reason. Not all drow do so”, quietly spoke Maioth.

Roland stood from his chair and pointed with his right hand to the pillar that stood against the far wall of the temple. On this pillar were written the edicts of Kelemvor.

“Does it say ANYTHING about spiders?”

Father Karsh became quiet from Rolands accusing look, but failed to lose his frown.

“No, it does not. And that is why we will not mindlessly destroy something we might not be fond of”, said Roland, retaking his seat.

“I'll follow the High Priest in what he wishes....”, mumbled Father Karsh.

“It's just that...”, he again mumbed, before becoming quiet and shaking his head.

“It's just that you feel we shoudln't relocate our temple, yes?”, asked Roland.

Karsh’s shoulder slumped, giving in to an unseen weight.

“I...don't think we should.”

“Because?”, again asked Roland.

“We are leaving this city at a time of their need. That is the real discussion we should be having. Not about spiders, and elementals. We are failing them”, said Karsh, shoulders stand straight for saying his mind.

“May I offer my opinion on this, Father Sigers?”, asked Metalien to Roland.

Blackamoor seems to get an idea of something and opens a bag, sticking his hand in to find something. “I can dish out some 2,000 gold pieces if you want to part an old dwarf from everything he owns. I should start selling my scrolls of onion curse again...”

Roland blinked several times before replying.

“And a discussion we will be having, shortly, if not for interruptions.”

Daren had been staring at Father Karsh for some time. Finally, he had felt need to say his words. “Foolishness is not obligatory to us.”
Karsh became silent under his stare.

“Yes, Father Sikth?”, Roland said to Metalien.

Standing slowly, Metalien cast a gaze to all in the temple before speaking.

“One and all present, part of the reason behind this move is that you are not Defenders, nor do you care for their conflicts. You do not leave a people in distress or need, for the citizens of this city will be evacuated to the last man to the Salandran Temple. This city is one of constant war. Do you wish to be drawn into a fight you care little for?”

“There is enough death as it is. You won’t be turning your back on these people as they will be with us during the fight, safe and cared for.” With his final words given, Metalien slowly retook his seat.

A solemn pall hung over the room as all thought upon Metalien’s words.

“I didn't care much for the Defenders snootiness either”, snorted the Hunter.

Natali Nighthaven stood and turned to face the Hunter. “We had that discussion. Need another?”, she said to him, getting only the sound of swallowing and a silent nod.

Roland then spoke to those gathered. “Yes, some of the civilians will be shipped into the Salandran grounds, where they will be looked after. That is why we should be there as well, to look after the wounded and the dying and to protect them all from possible harm.”

“Besides”, said Metalien, “the people of Kohlingen are a short ferry ride away when the move happens. The journey is short and cheap and available to all to and from the Salandrian grounds. I've made preperations for all 10,000 to be moved and housed in temporary tent accommodations.”

Father Karsh still seemed to be upset, but remained quiet.

“This is not our battle. Some of you may feel as if we're going to turn our backs to our own brothers-in-arms, but what brother is one who brings war upon us all?”, asked Roland to those assembled.

“Our High Priest speaks with wisdom”, intoned Aelthas, suggesting for others to listen.

“I will be straightforward. The Defenders, by their radical actions and idiotic behaviour throughout the years, have caused this attack to fester until now the boil has exploded. I will not leave our temple in the hands of those incompetent fools, the same fools who brought this war upon us in the first place!”, said Roland with a great amount of passion. “Even if this war is won, new ones will rise!”

As the shock of Roland’s words wore off, many were seen to nod in agreement.

Daren was the first to speak after a few moments.

“Father, perhaps we should allow the one's wishing to aid this city to stay and fight.”

Slowly, Knight Kelteel stood, casting an eye around the room, finally resting upon Karsh.

“I am a paladin”, spoke Kelteel. “I have brothers that serve to defend this city. But I serve Kelemvor above all. And He has chosen Sir Sigers as our guide. I am content to move.”

“I cannot force any of you to apply to our plans, but know this. There is no hope left in this city, not for religious, humble people like us.”

“I almost got arrested by one of them righteous defenders last week...”, mumbled the Hunter. Natali slowly turned her head, and stared at him for only a few seconds.

“Together”, said Metalien, “our combined resources will better benefit each other and the people that will come seeking our aid in times of sickness or need. Together, your knights and our templar will work to bring the undead population under control. Together, we are better than if we were apart.”

The many Kelemvorites clap to Metalien’s strong words, yet one pair of hands did not move.

“That is what I also believe”, said Roland. “Any questions? Father Karsh, how do you feel about all this now?”

“Fine...just fine…”, said Karsh, looking only at the ground.

“Are you lying to me or to yourself?”

“Father Karsh, there are some at my Temple that may doubt the move is for the best also”, spoke Metalien. “But I promise you that you will enjoy a safer, quieter life. Your lives will be better for the move, no defenders pushing you around, no constant attacks on the city.”

“Safer and quieter....for me....”, quietly replied Karsh.

Seeming to think Karsh had resigned himself, Roland opened another topic. “Duties... Yes, after I've visited the Dwarves so we know how we'll proceed.”

“I'll make sure everyone is aware of their duties and the schedule of this”, responded Aelthas solemnly. “The dwarves...I hope they don't cost that much…”

Adjusting his robe, Metalien spoke. “Would it be possible to receive a plan of dates and details on the system of the move? I can make sure things are prepared at my end so the transition will be smooth and with ease.”

“Yes, you'll be informed when everything is ready to commence”, Roland said, nodding. “How we'll do it? Well, I believe we all know how.”

Natali rose and stepped forth. Prepared words were halted on lips. “I would like to be assigned to the duty of protecting our interred. I have a tomb there myself, after all”, she said, smiling.

“Yes, that is a highly important subject”, replied Roland. “Protecting the tombs. But, I see no reason why Miss Nighthaven could not be one of the tomb guardians.”

“Thank you”, Natali said, smiling and giving Roland a wink.

Catching the wink, but only raising a slight eyebrow to it, Metalien spoke. “She would be most welcome to come visit our underground spring and see if she feels it is fit for the temporary storage of the dead.”

“I shall do that.”

“Please, just let me know when you are coming and I or another of my clergy will gladly show you the place”, Metalien said, smiling at Natali.

“Very well. It shall be so”, Natali entoned, smiling brighter with a gleam in her eye.

“I suppose we're done...”, said Karsh in a monotone voice. “With this meeting and with Kholingen.”

“In a rush, father Karsh?”, asked Roland.

Karsh smirked, then shook his head “No....sorry”, he said, becoming silent again.

“Father Karsh, now that you're here in the meeting, face to face with all of our Order, you must open yourself to us. Why is it that in every session you are always the one to have.. 'dificulties' with everything?”
Karsh suddenly exploded with anger.

“I...don't have...difficulties...with everything! Bah! That's a gross over statement! I object to such labelling!”

“Calm down…”, said Daren, barely being heard.

“I have the right to make my mind known!”, yelled Karsh.

“Do you have problems with me as the High Priest? Or that Aelthas is still a member of our Order, despite his mistakes?”

Father Karsh barely controlled his anger, fists shaking in rage. “He”, he said, pointing at Aelthas, “should have been KILLED!”

Frown and stern looks are all directed at Karsh, the sternest from Roland himself.

“That is enough!”, yells Daren, standing near Karsh.

Roland stood, and did not soften his gaze one bit while delivering his words. “You, as far as I can see, have no right to be the judge of that subject, father Karsh.”

“Because a...soul containing construct KILLED a HUNTER?!?”, an exasperated Karsh exclaimed.

“You were not punished by your mistake. Do not be so anxious to punish others for their mistakes!” again yelled Daren, pointing a finger directly to Karsh’s face.

Father Karsh could not contain his rage at the hypocrisy he saw.

“I'm done with all of you!”

The room was stricken with shock.

“You don't serve Kelemvor! You serve yourself!”

“I'll stay...and make a difference here!”

Inquisitor Sten looked towards High Priest Roland in a questioning manner, but did nothing as no order was given.

“Father Karsh! Answer your call!”, demanded Roland.

“No..I am done with you. You...you are all...heathens!”

“Kelemvor will see!”

“You will all see…”, said Aelthas, turning on his heel to run towards the main door of the temple.

“Someone bring him back”, commanded Roland.

Daren moved quickly, catching up to Karsh moments too late, as Karsh disappeared through the light of a portal.

“Damned...”, mumbled Daren under his breath, returning back to the meeting empty handed.



The meeting of Kelemvorites was done. They had chosen to move the Temple of Kelemvor to the Salandrian grounds. What would have been a feeling of optimism was instead replaced with a solemn quiet caused from Karsh, he who was no longer Father, leaving the Temple and denouncing all within.

The bell in the Temple of Kelemvor rang once, tolling the ending of the gathering of Kelemvorites within Kholingen. It would be the last time Kholingen would hear its bell.

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Metalien
 
PostPosted: Sun, Aug 19 2007, 10:19 AM 

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Following the meeting with the Kelemvorites Metalien is seen for many days afterwards talking to the higher ranking Clerics and Templars at the Salandran Temple.
Many orders for supplies are made, plans are written up and discussions are had on how the Salandrans can help the Kelemvorites move thier Temple with as much ease as possible.

Temple life at the Salandran complex continues as normal and many Clerics are seen, deep in discussion at the future arrival of thier allies, some positive, some concerned but all are optimistic.

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Pax Imperium
 
PostPosted: Tue, Aug 28 2007, 1:57 AM 

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(OOC: Time to do a bit of time slot planning. We have three things to do with the Temple of Kelemvor move as discussed in game.
1. Send a group to gather webbing from the Valley of the Arachnids. The path chosen was going to be a peaceful one, where a negotiation between a group and the Queen was to occur for webbing to be supplied. I'm hoping for Wednesday to be the time slot for this, between the times of 2300 GMT to Thursday morning 0500 GMT.
2. A group of engineers and masons needs to be taken through a preliminary inspection of the Temple before move. I just need those picked to do so (and I believe Roland is getting dwarves together) to give me pm's and I'll send them what they specifically need to do.
3. The actual move of the Temple will be taking place on Saturday, Sunday, or Monday depending on player availability. Players involved please pm me with what day and time, in GMT, is good for you.

There are also a number of other players who were on some minor adventures of mine that might be swept up into these events from the wrong side. No move is hassle free.

If you have any questions, feel free to give me a pm.)

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PostPosted: Tue, Aug 28 2007, 2:40 AM 

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1. Is Metalien Jnr going to go on behalf and speak with the Queen using his Animal empathy ?

2. Will Metalien Snr be needed to show the engineers around the plot of land that they had placed aside at the Temple complex ?

3. I'm pretty much available anytime you need me, just quote a time and I'll be there.

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PostPosted: Tue, Aug 28 2007, 12:47 PM 

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Any time past 6pm GMT on weekdays isn't going to work for me, weekends are different. Or should I say Fridays and Saturdays. I'll hook up with the dwarves one day now that my puter is fixed and I can start playing again.

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Herra Tutteri
 
PostPosted: Tue, Aug 28 2007, 13:26 PM 

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Infernal_Pain wrote:
Any time past 6pm GMT on weekdays isn't going to work for me, weekends are different. Or should I say Fridays and Saturdays. I'll hook up with the dwarves one day now that my puter is fixed and I can start playing again.


//*cries* Why NOW that schools have begun and our final exams are ahead?!

Oh, and quoted to make sure that the same goes for me. You'll have to do without us.

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PostPosted: Wed, Aug 29 2007, 23:40 PM 

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(OOC: Due to sickness today, I'll be opening shop on Saturday morning early, 2:00 pm GMT, and going through the whole thing Saturday and Sunday. Will be spending much time on for those two days. Consider it a weekend quest, with what ever time you want to join in being good enough. If there are any questions, please pm me.)

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