Excerpts from Vorcet's notes regarding the Shadow Temples
the 20th of Kythorn 1280
I have spent several days inspecting the ruins of the temple on the floating island along with a few other people. We have determined that the pillars move and this is the key to something within the temple Everything points to this. A single spirit flits around the ruins, taunting us with his constant movement. The small child at the entrance tells us very little, but am convinced that they know far more than they have let on.
the 29th of Kythorn 1280
We were correct about the pillars. The new version of the temple we were transported to is bustling with activity. A sect of monks inhabits the grounds. The monks act as protectors, guarding the temple from the creatures that live in the surrounding area. We have taken up training with the monk in an attempt to learn more about these temples.
the 3rd of Flamerule 1280
The training has been rigorous and incredibly physical. The spirits in the temple act as a test for the endurance of the soon to be monk. We have not managed to catch one yet, but believe we are close.
the 10th of Flamerule 1280Through careful questioning of the other monks we have figured out what is required to take our next step in unraveling the puzzle that is the temples. We now know that the temples act as a gateway to all manner of realms, but most importantly the Shadow Realms. The place that Lord Shadow brought his floating city during Karsus' Folly.
the 21st of Flamerule 1280
I have returned home to the castle to contemplate all I have learned of the temples. In order to progress we need to find the head Nexus Monk to learn the secrets of transversal to the shadow realms. The third version of the temple grounds houses the shackled spirit of Karsus himself. Forever imprisoned for his folly. I wonder what we could learn from him if he were not completely mad.
All the Pretty Poly's in a Row (2/2)
"Sanria, I don't think this is a joking matter," Gilean said.
For the first time in a while, both men looked to be in agreement. It motivated Sanria even more to keep up the ruse. The deflation of tension was a blessed relief. "There is no other way out of this without one of you harming the other more than has already been done with your words and actions. So, you want to force my hand, you've done it. This is what we will do. I've tried it the way both of you have begged me to, and it's not working."
"You are serious?" Gilean asked in a halting voice.
"This... will work. You two will have to become friends once more and learn to trust one another again." She walked to the fountain in the foyer and sat on its edge. "Please, by all means, if you know of another way that the two of you can live with and not slay one another, offer it up. Either that, or someone backs down and lets go of their own will, not by force."
Honestly, Sanria sat with all intention of this being the breaking point. This would be what solved the problem because one of them would certainly back down and let go. The men seemed perplexed, questioning her, trying to push her from the absolute center in which she'd placed herself. She wasn't about to budge. She'd tried choosing, no one listened. Now, the choice was theirs. And if they didn't choose, she'd leave them both.
Then, Gilean spoke. "I'll accept this... proposition of us all living together." Sanria barely caught her mouth from falling open. That was not the answer she'd anticipated. Not at all. Then Colin's quiet: "I can't lose you... if this is what it takes..."
"Are you - listen to the two of you! Neither will back down and you're willing to... to agree to..." She couldn't even bring herself to say the words. She'd never been a Sunite, but this was everything she'd heard stories of from Kaliadra and seen in the temple of Sune by the Holy Grove.
"I can't lose you, Sanria," Colin said.
"I won't let him tear our family apart," Gilean said.
She tried backing out of what she'd proposed, after all, Sanria reasoned, this wasn't what she'd truly meant for them to choose. No man in his right mind would choose such a thing. But when she saw just how serious each was, just how hurt they were by the thought of being alone, Sanria closed her eyes and shook her head. How Kaliadra's goddess had crept into her life, Sanria didn't know. But polyamory sat there, grinning at Sanria with a wink. The bottom line was... she'd never actually officially left EITHER of them. A minor oversight that now left her realizing that the druids never bothered to ask when she married Gilean. This... was going to be a whole new experience for...Mrs. Stone-Eosos. Sanria shook her head and sighed. What the hell, Why not?
For the first time in a while, both men looked to be in agreement. It motivated Sanria even more to keep up the ruse. The deflation of tension was a blessed relief. "There is no other way out of this without one of you harming the other more than has already been done with your words and actions. So, you want to force my hand, you've done it. This is what we will do. I've tried it the way both of you have begged me to, and it's not working."
"You are serious?" Gilean asked in a halting voice.
"This... will work. You two will have to become friends once more and learn to trust one another again." She walked to the fountain in the foyer and sat on its edge. "Please, by all means, if you know of another way that the two of you can live with and not slay one another, offer it up. Either that, or someone backs down and lets go of their own will, not by force."
Honestly, Sanria sat with all intention of this being the breaking point. This would be what solved the problem because one of them would certainly back down and let go. The men seemed perplexed, questioning her, trying to push her from the absolute center in which she'd placed herself. She wasn't about to budge. She'd tried choosing, no one listened. Now, the choice was theirs. And if they didn't choose, she'd leave them both.
Then, Gilean spoke. "I'll accept this... proposition of us all living together." Sanria barely caught her mouth from falling open. That was not the answer she'd anticipated. Not at all. Then Colin's quiet: "I can't lose you... if this is what it takes..."
"Are you - listen to the two of you! Neither will back down and you're willing to... to agree to..." She couldn't even bring herself to say the words. She'd never been a Sunite, but this was everything she'd heard stories of from Kaliadra and seen in the temple of Sune by the Holy Grove.
"I can't lose you, Sanria," Colin said.
"I won't let him tear our family apart," Gilean said.
She tried backing out of what she'd proposed, after all, Sanria reasoned, this wasn't what she'd truly meant for them to choose. No man in his right mind would choose such a thing. But when she saw just how serious each was, just how hurt they were by the thought of being alone, Sanria closed her eyes and shook her head. How Kaliadra's goddess had crept into her life, Sanria didn't know. But polyamory sat there, grinning at Sanria with a wink. The bottom line was... she'd never actually officially left EITHER of them. A minor oversight that now left her realizing that the druids never bothered to ask when she married Gilean. This... was going to be a whole new experience for...Mrs. Stone-Eosos. Sanria shook her head and sighed. What the hell, Why not?
All the Pretty Poly's in a Row (1/2)
Never. That was the answer to Sanria's question: Did you ever expect this to happen? She had gone with Gilean as he stormed through the Grove, down the roads, and to the cavern; pleading the whole way that he stop and work with her to determine a better way. Instead, he veritably dragged her along, repeating the same refrain, "No, this has to stop. I will make him stop."
They stood there, Orn and Mirin both looking too worried to leave them to their own devices, and only reluctantly doing so. And it was as she had anticipated - Gilean and Colin standing toe to toe - the gladiator and the priest. "Sanria's not leaving Colin and you need to stop this immediately!"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You can't bully Sanria into leaving. She is my wife, we have a family, we have a child."
It was already spiraling, and Sanria had been around Colin long enough to know what the tensing jaw meant. She also had been around Gilean for enough time to understand what the flash of anger in his eyes meant.
"Please," she said. "None of us need to do this... there has to be an- other answer than... this."
"Exactly, Sanria. Gilean just needs to accept your decision and leave this house."
"She's only making that decision because you have forced her into it by not leaving her alone. Now you WILL leave her alone. Do you hear me?"
"Is that so," Colin said, tilting his head. "...or what?"
Sanria's stomach lurched. She had to do something, and quickly. There was no way to tell whether or not Gilean would win by magic, hurting or killing Colin, or Colin would win by beating Gilean with physical strength alone. How things had come to this point, she didn't quite understand, but here they were, and she had to do something.
She stepped between the two of them and asked each what he could do if she chose them. Neither of the bullheaded men was prepared to let go. "Fine. Then I choose both of you," she said simply, and walked to the side to stare at both of the dumbfounded men. She didn't mean it, not really, but the expressions on both of their faces let her know that she had succeeded where her pleading had not. "We can all move in here, together. There's plenty of room in the cavern. I will divide my time evenly between the two of you. Saturday, or Sunday if you prefer, I will alternate."
She pulled her bluff with righteousness and every tone of a leader and businessperson. She held her head high as she spoke the words, even while her heart was racing. "You can't be serious..." Colin said. "In this way, we will have peace and harmony and everyone will have what they want."
They stood there, Orn and Mirin both looking too worried to leave them to their own devices, and only reluctantly doing so. And it was as she had anticipated - Gilean and Colin standing toe to toe - the gladiator and the priest. "Sanria's not leaving Colin and you need to stop this immediately!"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You can't bully Sanria into leaving. She is my wife, we have a family, we have a child."
It was already spiraling, and Sanria had been around Colin long enough to know what the tensing jaw meant. She also had been around Gilean for enough time to understand what the flash of anger in his eyes meant.
"Please," she said. "None of us need to do this... there has to be an- other answer than... this."
"Exactly, Sanria. Gilean just needs to accept your decision and leave this house."
"She's only making that decision because you have forced her into it by not leaving her alone. Now you WILL leave her alone. Do you hear me?"
"Is that so," Colin said, tilting his head. "...or what?"
Sanria's stomach lurched. She had to do something, and quickly. There was no way to tell whether or not Gilean would win by magic, hurting or killing Colin, or Colin would win by beating Gilean with physical strength alone. How things had come to this point, she didn't quite understand, but here they were, and she had to do something.
She stepped between the two of them and asked each what he could do if she chose them. Neither of the bullheaded men was prepared to let go. "Fine. Then I choose both of you," she said simply, and walked to the side to stare at both of the dumbfounded men. She didn't mean it, not really, but the expressions on both of their faces let her know that she had succeeded where her pleading had not. "We can all move in here, together. There's plenty of room in the cavern. I will divide my time evenly between the two of you. Saturday, or Sunday if you prefer, I will alternate."
She pulled her bluff with righteousness and every tone of a leader and businessperson. She held her head high as she spoke the words, even while her heart was racing. "You can't be serious..." Colin said. "In this way, we will have peace and harmony and everyone will have what they want."
Character Biography - Mystra
Mystra is the goddess of magic, which makes her one of the most powerful deities in the Realms. Known also as the lady of Mysteries, she is said to have tought the first spellcaster of the realms, and to have enabled many of the races to use magic. During the Time of Troubles Mystra was destroyed and recreated as a mortal names Midnight who took the mantle of goddesshood and the goddess's portfolio. At this time Mystra's stated alignment shifted from Lawful neutral, maintaining the balance towards the udes and purpose of magic. She retains her home among the clockwork plans of Nirvana, though whether she will leave for a more goodly plane of find her own attitudes changed to reflect her duties remains to be seen. She is aided in her work by Azuth, the god of wizards. Mystra's symbol was a blue-white star before the coming of the Avatars, and now is a circle of starts in a ring, with a red mist rising towards the center. Both symbols are still in use. Unlike Cyric, Mystra seems to be playing a long term game, for while she is as new a power as he, she has taken all the trapping of her predecessor to keep the peace with her worshippers. Before the time of Trouble, Mystra was portayed only as a prismatic will-o-the-wisp,capable of using any spell known in the realms. Since then, her portrayal has been of her human form with radian skin.
Character biography - Sune Firehair
Sune Firehair is the goddess of beauty,love, and passion. She is said to be the fairest of the gods, and when she represented, she is shown as the most beautful woman in the Realms, with sweeping, radiant red hair and incredible charms. Her symbol is her face that of the flame haired maiden.
Sune is of chaotic and good alignment, and dwells in the plance of Arvandor, home of the Elven Pantheon. She is said to share the waters of her sacread pool, the evergold, with the elven goddess Hanali Celanil, and a friendly rivalry exists between the two over the innate superioruty of elven versus him beauty.
Sune is of chaotic and good alignment, and dwells in the plance of Arvandor, home of the Elven Pantheon. She is said to share the waters of her sacread pool, the evergold, with the elven goddess Hanali Celanil, and a friendly rivalry exists between the two over the innate superioruty of elven versus him beauty.
Current Character Description - Seive
Live in this world, that's full of greed?
The rich and the poor, the have and the need.
I am the one, who will bring the Light,
I am the one who will continue the fight.
From the shadows, from the dark,
The Angel of Death, I spread my mark.
The mark of pain, of my heart torn,
The mark of a new Era to be born.
Love I lost, but strength I've gained,
The will to fight, to carry pain.
From the shadows, from the dark,
On a long cold journey I embark,
The time will come, the time draws near,
Beware my foes, you will know fear.
I am Seive.
The rich and the poor, the have and the need.
I am the one, who will bring the Light,
I am the one who will continue the fight.
From the shadows, from the dark,
The Angel of Death, I spread my mark.
The mark of pain, of my heart torn,
The mark of a new Era to be born.
Love I lost, but strength I've gained,
The will to fight, to carry pain.
From the shadows, from the dark,
On a long cold journey I embark,
The time will come, the time draws near,
Beware my foes, you will know fear.
I am Seive.
Current Character Description - Cyel Webshadow
A dark skinned boy with stark white hair. He wears loose dark clothing to help him to slink through the shadows and blend in. His eyes are completely white and usually hidden behind the hood of a cloak. He appears to be six or seven years of age, but his mind is sharp and defiant. Lost in a world of his own memories most of the time, he occasionally comes out of hiding to play and run around. He wears a signet ring on his hand bearing a shadow caught in a web.
Current Character Description - Sfen Brightlance
Before you stand a man envelloped in a dark mist. His glowing bloodshot eyes and shining white fangs are the only disernable things you can make out. As you walk closer, a cold evil feeling chills you to the bone, and gold and platinum coins strewn at his feet. His clothing of a soft black silky material shimmers softly.
Current Character Description - Retyon Brightlance
A young man with medium brown hair cut short enough so his curls don't show. His emerald green eyes sparkle brightly. He has grown to be a good-sized man, his body, tanned and muscular under the clothes he wears. His face is clean-shaven except for a goatee, which he keeps neat. A small scar over his right eye adds to his boyish charms.
He wears a sleeveless shirt, showing the tanned muscles of his arms. He carries a shield slung over his shoulder bearing the head and rattle of a snake. A sword hangs from his belt alongside a couple belt pouches. He wears a pair of well-worn shoes on his feet.
He wears a sleeveless shirt, showing the tanned muscles of his arms. He carries a shield slung over his shoulder bearing the head and rattle of a snake. A sword hangs from his belt alongside a couple belt pouches. He wears a pair of well-worn shoes on his feet.
Current Character Description - Rasma Pestolencia
Before you stands a man, whose once hardened face is now more solomn. He stands proud, at a height of about six feet, with a commanding stature. He wears only the best of equipment, much of it enchanted by the forces of Pestilence, of which he has sworn his life. On his right shoulder you notice a large tattoo, depicting a battle between two beasts, one white, and the otherblack, if your knowledge of the scrolls is correct, this is the Battle of Fallow, a great battle between the Stream and the Pestilence, of which the Pestilence was overthrown due to cowardice on the Brotherhood's side. Around his neck lies a locket, inside of which there are two pictures, one of Nikolette, Rasma's first child, and the other of Mirage, his one and only true love. As you step closer, an eerie mist apears in front of your face, and in it comes the horrid grin of Rasmi, Rasma's trusted dragon. From no where, she slowly materializes, and blows a small ring of fire at you.
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