Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Tales of the Order of the Sun Soul

Abbot Hanor Kichavo awoke on Midsummer morning singing at the top of his lungs. It was a chorus of triumph and strength as he and the sun arose harmoniously. It was also a song of joy at the words he had just herd in his dream.

When Abbot Hanor’s song was done he hurried to the volumes and recalled the song once again; after centuries of speculation, folklore, and ancient texts Hanor finally herd the divine truth. Drawing his chorus to an end, Hanor centered himself and decided that he must approach heresy cautiously; he must assume that his evidence will be attacked and he discredited. He needed allies to help sing the truth…


The Kiss of the Goddess was a relic Larissa Neathal believed should have been entrusted within the Temple of Beauty and the clerics of Sune. However Sai Piergeiron wanted to keep it for his warchest. It was the beginning of the end for any stake in government for the churches. By keeping the artifact Sai Piergeiron was setting an example that no organized faith looked kindly upon.

Then when the gemstones fell from the sky and the gods were unseated, it was Larissa that discovered the Kiss of the Goddess had been replaced with a replica; a good replica- too good. Her belief: Piergeiron is trying to avert being alienated by the clergy of the city, so he arranges to have the gem ‘stolen’. She is going to need help uncovering the truth…

Giltarald rode on the first rays of morning light the day the gods fell. The light of creation shone into the Morninglord temple and without warning a dragon the color of dawn’s early golden light stood. Rejoicing to Lathander, the enlightened clerics at once knew that this dragon of the golden scales would collect on Lathander’s behalf and restore the Morninglord once the time of troubles abated.

But that night brought cold sorrow in the form of a luring vacuous entity known and feared as Lord Darkness. It trailed malevolence and loss in its wake and smelled of sickness; its gaze caused madness. The black-lit figure was Giltarald’s antithesis and with winter coming and the night’s becoming longer, the dragon couldn’t hope to face the threatening darkness alone…

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