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As of late the High Arcanist could be seen spending more and more time in the
Temple of the Vaunted, tending to the idol, cleaning it and keeping the black candles lit.
Also, every night, at midnight, he would approach the idol and leave a large emerald in
front of it, meditating in silence for an hour or two. Whether the Headmaster intends to
dedicate to his spiritual self, or there is something more behind this, remains a mystery.

More often than usual, the High Arcanist could be seen entering the temple of the
Vaunted and disappearing somewhere deep bellow the main level..

The Necromaster maybe inclined to wonder down to the lower levels to inspect the High Arcanist and his doings.

He could find the High Arcanist deep within the catacombs, taking interest in the
pile of corpses, preforming obductions and making notes of his discoveries.

Ramin Marin would also seem to keep a watchful eye on the comings and goings of the two men.

As the starless midnight crawled upon the Living City, the High Arcanist, followed by another
man entered the Temple of the Vaunted. After a black candle was lit in front of the idol of the Lich Lord,
the High Arcanist lowered to his knees and soon thereafter entered a meditative state..

Paramount Father hear me calling thee..
..Velsharoon, great dark in the yonder..
..I give thou my soul to devour..
..so that I may be judged in thy deathlike glare..
..and purified.

For thou art the wisdom's keeper..
..the shoreline where truth shall unwind.
May these words of your sons and daughters..
..churn thee up from thy throne.

Lord of the Forgotten Crypt..
..illuminate us in thy infinite Knowledge.

The fire Genasi newcomer soon wanders into the temple, Out of curiosity no doubt, and inquires about the high priest of the place. He have some questions about velsharoon , enchantments and some other things.

//Nudge me in a PM. I kinda need help with something =)

The Necromaster would soon come down to visit the Fire Genasi, entering from the stairwell leading upstairs, and speak to him.

jimbono1 wrote:

The Necromaster would soon come down to visit the Fire Genasi, entering from the stairwell leading upstairs, and speak to him.

The letter is received and A time and place agreed upon. And soon enough the heir of fire walks into the church, The cathedral of death and darkness.
The prince strode with slow steps across the stone floor - His metal boots echoing around the halls whilst searching for the priest.

At midnight, the High Arcanist and a small creature were
whispering their prayers and praises to the Lich Lord..

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For almost sixteen hours, a man knelt before the idol of the Vaunted, surrounded by an abundance of
black candles., fasting in order to purify his body from the mortal ways of sustenance. He was preparing
himself physically, mentally and spiritually for the night to come. The Night of Ascendance.

Loud screams of agony, followed by a dark chant echoed through
the halls of the Temple for an entire cycle.

Nnnnooo!! Pain!! Is! Temporaaahhhry!! Gaaaaaaarrgghhhhh!!

* * * * * * * * *

Open!
Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of undeath.
Where haunts the banshee’s wail,
Maddening and deafening.

Thy Wisdom illuminates the Path.
The Black Light of Undying.
By the Powers of the Seven Truths,
And Through their Gate; Now, Come!

As our deeds of Fire, unto the Last,
Irradiate the Darkest Night.
The war shall continue into Eternity.
With Knowledge as the only weapon.

So burn high
With all our Spirit's Strength.
The Liberated Flames
Mark the end of the blind tyrant's reign.

Impregnated by the Nightmare of Infinity
From the Womb of the Starless Midnight
Out of the dark, into the Twilight,
Spawn the new-born, older than time!

* * * * * * * * *

Finally a silence.. and then an eerie, inhuman laughter
followed by a shout..

I.. am.. immortal!

Deep bellow the Court of the Undying, in the Catacombs of the
Temple of Velsharoon, the High Arcanist was carving marble using
a combination of spells and stone cutting tools. The final product
of his handiwork were several dozen of board, imposing bookshelves.

During the day the Necromaster appears to be.. Cleaning!? With a feathered duster in hand and an old rag, she seems to be wiping off the years of dust and grime that gathered on the sarcophagi that are numerous around the main hall. After her cleaning was finished she then moved between each of the sarcophagi and looked for any inscription or message engraved into the stone or on a plaque.

In later hours of the night, the Necromaster summoned her guardian Sentinel and descended deep into the catacombs. A few minutes later the undead and the Necromaster ascended from below and then headed to the upper chambers with a decorative urn being carried by the Sentinel...

A rather unexpected visitor to the Temple would be carried up to the bunk beds on the third level by a large being of shadow, followed by another resident and a visitor to the city. Carefully they laid the Keeper of Tarkuul onto one of the beds after some very minor ministrations from Ramin to stabilize him.

Ramin would then leave a note for the Necromaster in her office, explaining that the Keeper would require her care. Anyone happening to check in on the man would note that his left leg appears to have been shore cleanly off at the knee, a completely even, diagonal shear.

But a few words escaped the Necromasters lips when she read over the notice.

He will be given aid when I am finished with my duties and have concluded my prayer vigil.

A letter is sent to Ramin.

Necrophant Ramin Marinna,

I am informed by an exterior source that you have executed a curing effort on the Keeper and that he i is not residing within the temple, but remains in his office deep in the crypts.

Firstly, I would ask if either of these claims are true and if they are I would secondly ask why it is that you neglected to update me on this situation.

-Necromaster Jarshall

Necromaster,

The sum total of my ministrations to the Keeper was one minor healing enchantment to stabilize his condition and prevent him from bleeding out on the temple floor. Nor was I informed of his decision to return to his chambers, though it cannot come as a surprise.

Had I provided more concentrated care, or been notified of his relocation, I would of course have informed you.

Ramin Marinna

Necrophant,

My source had only informed me you had healed him, though neglected to inform me the extent of your effort, I thank you for rectifying this. It is correct that he has opted to return to his own chambers, he is no longer under our care until he specifically asks for it. Even if so, it will not be a priority to me.

- Necromaster Jarshall

Left in the temple by a particularly aggravated looking wight in black leather armor.

Necromaster,

It has been brought to my attention that you and members of your temple feel slighted by the Keeper's decision to begin his recovery process in the comfort of his own bed, in his own chambers, after having his leg sheared off in service to the City.

That is ludicrous.

Such a decision is no slight against you and yours; what mortal wouldn't want familiar and comfortable appointments around them during recovery from such a harrowing wound? Would you yourself not wish to return to your own temple or home in such a circumstance? No insult has been given, even though it seems that one has been taken.

The Keeper's wound was in service to the City. The Keeper is a member of the Council. Whatever the personal feelings between our two faiths may be, he is deserving of your care, if for no other reason than his continued works for the City.

~ Sal'dock

A message is then delivered in return; the tone seems to reply to his disgruntled attitude with business-like formality.

Quote:

Sal'dock,

There is no slight held by the temple of Velsharoon against the Keeper, only that I was not kept up to date on the situation as it involved the use of the facilities in the Vaunted Temple - which I, as Necromaster, appreciate being informed of.

Until such a time the Keeper specifically asks for the aid of the Vaunted Temple, I will not be lending him any as he is no longer within the temple, thus no longer under our care, and that I am not a charity, council member or not. If the Keeper is willing to pay a tithe to the Lich Lord, then I will lend him aid, until then, he will not be receiving my services.

- Necromaster Jarshall

Necromaster,

The Keeper wishes to speak with you within the Crypts, to discuss the matter in person.

~ Sal'dock

Notices sent to the Necromaster go unanswered for the greater part of the last tenday. Any who would ask as to her whereabouts would be informed she has gone abroad to personally see the heads of other Vaunted temples as opposed to letters that seem to "fall on blind eyes" as the Necromaster muttered prior to departing.

The day-to-day business runs as usual.

In absence of the Necromaster, Seeker of the Seven Truths
would take care of the Temple and the visitors.

The Necromaster seen returning to her duties in the temple after a couple of tendays. Activity once again flourishes the temple as she goes about her tasks as if she hadn't even left.

Notably she appears to spend some hours of the day in the Library looking up on the school of divination, taking notes and practising spells.

A letter with a hefty sack of gold is left for Ramin.

Necrophant,

Within the next tenday there will be a delivery of healing kits made to the the temple. Payment is to be made upon delivery and given to the couriers using the provided coin. Store these wherever you find easiest and add them to your stores.

May the Vaunted grant you power.
- The Necromaster.

A visitor is seen gracing the cells of the temple - the (now former) chieftain of the Troglodyte clan, disarmed and weakened with negative energy. The purpose of such a subject unknown for now.

Those visiting the Temple of Velsharoon would be able to witness a rather strange
sight to behold. Nearly 50 skeletons, equipped with ink, quills and parchment would
take their positions at the main hall of the temple and start making copies of certain
tomes. The skeletons would be working in complete silence, day and night, under
supervision of the Lorekeeper.

Posted prominently on the noticeboards as well as the board out front of the temple itself.

The temple of Velsharoon now has a range of basic and advanced healing kits available for purchase. Speak with Necrophant Ramin Marinna to make a purchase.

- The Necromaster

As the sun peeked over the horizon, an elven male dragged the lifeless body of another elf into the tower. After a brief conversation with the Necromaster, both she and the elven man had the body carried into the temple of Velsharoon. Hours passed with only the sound of boiling water marking activity within the temple. The two later reappeared outside with the elven male now holding the freshly skinned skull of an elf with a thin layer of blood and flesh marking his hands and torso.

What sort of ominous ritual was conducted could only be left to the imagination, or perhaps some rituals are best left unthought of...

The four corpses of northern tribesmen lay deceased upon the four separate tables surrounding the dais in the catacombs, exactly three male and one female. Each one suffering from a very precise incision to their jugular. Upon each of them, a constant trail of dark red blood flowed out through their necks and on to the tables, flowing like slow rivers into the crevices ingrained into the benches and cascaded into buckets placed underneath. Their mortal possessions, they now burned fiercely in the braziers nearby causing the area to grow comfortably warm as the corpses grew steadily colder.

The grotesque sight of a humanoid body is formed and sewn or transmuted together on the altar in the catacombs. Several limbs appearing slightly out of proportion to the rest of the body. The abomination measured to just under seven feet in height with elongated arms that extended just past the waist and a horrific maw created from obviously a combination of humanoid material.

Whatever this creature was, is or is to be, one could only imagine the deranged mind who put this 'thing' together.

Deep within the cells of the Temple of Velsharoon something was stirring..

Gentle Repose is cast over the abomination held on one of the racks by an increasingly impatient Necromaster...

*The murmurs can be heard quietly at first within the Vaunted sacred grounds, If the person would stay, The echo becomes louder*

"May the Vaunted guide us in Life, Undeath and Death,
May the Lich Lord ever provide his dedicated and Necrophants the guidance of his knowledge,
Let the Lord of the forsaken crypt hear this sermon so that we call upon his holy scriptures in times of uncertainty,

And may unguided ones see the truth and folly in their actions,
Let those with intelligence see the truth in the Vaunteds teachings,

For Knowledge is Power, Both in Life and Death as stated in the scriptures.

In the name of Velsharoon, I would echo my cries in this haven for his necrophants and his devoted."

Footsteps echoed in response, gentle at first but soon grew nearer. From the shadow of the stairwell leading into the catacombs a short frail figure hunched over with the support of a dark onyx staff and garbed in dark priestly vestments became apparent. From under the shadow of the hood, it would be obvious they were looking at the disturbance in the otherwise dead-silent temple.

With a slight tilt of her head, she drew the hood back enough to allow the dim lighting to reflect the cold glare of the mysterious woman.

"Welcome, seeker, to the temple of the Lich Lord.."

The steps within the temple echo loudly as the Cold-featured man walked into the temple of Velsharoon,
The Man would seem to making his prayers at the appointed time of midnight in accordance to its significance to the twilight.

After each pilgrimage he makes to the temple, He would wait for a while longer as he seemed to wait for a presence that may be there.

These words echo the hall and perhaps linger..

"I am ready Necromaster.."

Descending from the middle floor of the temple, the Necromaster silently then descended into the temple's catacombs.

Early in the morning hours, both Alumnus Ahriman and the Necromaster descended into the catacombs of the vaunted temple. Upon the unholy altar two reagents were mixed. Dust of silver was stirred into a bottle of unholy water and sprinkled around the altar and stairs. With a moments chant, the immediate area surrounding the altar was infused with negative energy. At that point, the second figure stepped forward and incanted another spell, his magic locking the previous spell in place.

Anyone stepping near the altar would feel a palpable disturbance in the very air, negative energy tingling their senses and also empowering the undead that call the catacombs home.

// Spells cast were Desecrate Area and Permenancy.

Underneath The Temple of Velsharoon, One would feel even if at the entrance that a change has happened, A charged energy inbued with negative energy would seem to be locked in place and flowing from the catacombs of the temple.

At that two figure's would rise from the catacombs, Each holding their significant aura of what had taken place, Necromaster Jarshall seeming to have the resonant of negative energy surrounding her,

Whilst Ahriman, His scarred face and his black onyx eye focusing in the temple, Would seem to hold the air that would fix the other's aura in place, Flowing with Arcane power and Divine power from both,

The unholy matrimony of both energies now creating that disturbance that emanates from the catacombs..

// I can also attest to the permanence spell being cast too.

Words of unholy prayer were spoken in ritual in the catacombs of the vaunted temple. A (questionably) willing sacrifice lay upon the altar with the assistance of both a Mummy and a Winterwight forcing her still. The prominent sound of something piercing flesh and cracking bone was heard, but no cries of agony were emitted from the sacrifice.

After hours of ritualistic incantations, the spell was finally completed and only one ascended from the catacombs where three had gone down into before.

On one of the worktables in the catacombs of the Vaunted Temple, three ancient corpses were placed. Two of them having been utterly desecrated beyond repair, limbs severed off, including legs, arms and even it's head had been sawn in two, neither half matching up.

The third corpse was a horrific abomination that would turn the stomach of any common man. It appeared to be a mixture of several different corpses surgically modified into one asymmetrical body. It was just under seven feet in height and extraordinarily thin. Both it's arms hanging nearer to it's calfs than it's mid-section. It's head was wide and wedge-shaped, with a split mouth that could open wider than any normal humans. Notably, it was lacking all it's teeth.

For the time being, the creature remained just a horrendous, inanimate corpse.

A human figure adorned in Ice white robes emcompassed in the chilling winter winds progresses into the catacombs underneath the temple of the Vaunted,

The figure accompanied by the chilling winds would approach a cage and pull out a large egg from a holding bag.

As he placed it down, He nods slightly as he puts it down onto a small gathering of cloth that keeps it upright.

He then takes his leave, No doubt he will check back again soon.

The Figure in Iced white plate would pace around the Temple of the Vaunted with what appears to be a older tome.

The plated boots would echo with a clank in each step as the figure paced along the empty church.

The words that echo within the church itself ring of a language long forgotten by many.

Let alone understood by few.

Those who would enter the church under the enchantments provided would understand what was being said.

A tiefling woman and a man in white plate armor enter and begin some sort of process of mixing with a heated caldron.

The familiar beam of magical light descends from the skies in the portal dock, and after a moments hesitation a figure literally fell through the portal and collapsed upon the cobbles unconscious. Seconds after the fall, a second, more familiar figure stepped through and stood over the crumpled figure on the ground.

with a motion of her hand, a pharaoh sentinel appeared and picked up the body and followed the Necromaster into the enclave and headed into the temple of Velsharoon and disappeared into the office above.

There was nothing but silence in the temple that night.

The echo within the silent congregation is interrupted when the double thick set doors are swung open.

The white garbed official whom is accustomed to the church walks in with purpose. A black felt bag in hand.

The winds bite fiercely at the candle flames, Snuffing out a few as he walked through to the Altar. Accompanied by the bitter sound of the flames being snuffed, The boots echoing.. The Official garbed in white speaks an ancient long forgotten language forgotten by many men and women.

As he comes up to the Altar he would place the black felt bag upon it.

It is then that he would utter prayers and hymns dedicated to the church in the ancient high tongue for a set period of time...

Yet another ritual took place within the alchemy
chamber of the Temple of Velsharoon..

A prayer, led by the Seeker of the Seven Truths, could be
heard at midnight in the Temple of the Lich Lord.

[IC] Temple of Velsharoon

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