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In Hextor's Name (Completed 22 Oct 2004)
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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 585303" data-attributes="member: 6294"><p><strong>Kull's Report, Part 1</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Saltmarsh</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Midwinter</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">To: Bishop-General Kartrak Visehart</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Report from Kull Redfist</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Sir,</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">I have arrived in the village of Saltmarsh. This was not my intended destination, nor did my means of getting here match my expectations. However, the events that have befallen me are such that I cannot but think it is Hextor's Will that I raise His standard here.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">As instructed by the Church, I took passage on the ship Nightingale, bound for the Woolly Coast. The ship seemed well-managed, though the captain had hired a navigator of uncommon youth. This was to prove an unwise choice, in the heavy seas that followed.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">We were beset with bad weather throughout the voyage, and I saw little of my fellow passengers, many of whom were so sickened by the weather as to be bedridden.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">The ship foundered on rocks on the fourth night of our cruise. Fortunately, the collision was severe enough that we were all awakened. It was obvious to me that she ship was stricken, and I took charge of the other passengers, ensuring that they were ready at the lifeboat when the Captain ordered the ship evacuated.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Casting off into heavy seas, we rowed for a rocky island that had been spotted nearby. Unfortunately, the Captain's life boat was swamped, and lost with all hands, but Hextor lent me His strength, and I was able to provide leadership to our own rowers. We thus reached shore safely.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">The storm had become icy as we rowed, and wind and snow alike buffeted us as we dragged the boat high on the beach. Discovering a path, I led our motley crew further into the island, reasoning that a travelled path might lead to shelter.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Hextor had led me truly in this matter, for we came in time to a monastery, carved into a cliff at the heart of the island. Already some of the weaker members of the group were foundering, and thus I marched up and threw open the doors, leading the way inside.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Barely had we closed the doors behind us when a magical darkness blanketed the room. As those around me panicked, I used what I had seen of the room to reach a wall and follow it outside of the darkness. Once there, I called out to the others, leading them to safety with the sound of my voice.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Two of my companions did not emerge, while a third was bloodied: it seemed a tentacled creature had attacked him in the darkness. He seemed a strong warrior, so I called on Hextor to heal him while I took stock of our position.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">We found ourselves in the chapel of the monastery. The room was plain, but for six statutes set into alcoves, each with an offering bowl before them. Their number included the weakling Heironeous, but also our mighty lord, the Six Armed King, in all His power and glory.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">Seeing this, and knowing from the earlier attack that this place had been despoiled, I realised why Hextor had sent the storms to drive the Nightingale onto the rocks. It was His Will that I undertake the task of cleansing this place of the creatures that fouled it.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">As I placed an offering in His bowl, and dedicated myself to the task, I found myself wishing for the company of my brothers in arms. Those who were with me offered little hope of aid.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">True, the warrior I had healed - one Brodnak - seemed strong and competent, but he was the only one of whom this was true. The others were a nature-worshipping mongrel, with a bedraggled wolf at his side, two women - one of whom eyed my offering with ill-concealed greed, and a halfling cook.</span></p><p><span style="color: Silver"></span></p><p><span style="color: Silver">But as Hextor teaches us, a strong leader can make a mighty army of even the weakest troops. If it was His Will that they serve Him, then serve Him they would; or die in the attempt.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 585303, member: 6294"] [b]Kull's Report, Part 1[/b] [COLOR=Silver]Saltmarsh Midwinter To: Bishop-General Kartrak Visehart Report from Kull Redfist Sir, I have arrived in the village of Saltmarsh. This was not my intended destination, nor did my means of getting here match my expectations. However, the events that have befallen me are such that I cannot but think it is Hextor's Will that I raise His standard here. As instructed by the Church, I took passage on the ship Nightingale, bound for the Woolly Coast. The ship seemed well-managed, though the captain had hired a navigator of uncommon youth. This was to prove an unwise choice, in the heavy seas that followed. We were beset with bad weather throughout the voyage, and I saw little of my fellow passengers, many of whom were so sickened by the weather as to be bedridden. The ship foundered on rocks on the fourth night of our cruise. Fortunately, the collision was severe enough that we were all awakened. It was obvious to me that she ship was stricken, and I took charge of the other passengers, ensuring that they were ready at the lifeboat when the Captain ordered the ship evacuated. Casting off into heavy seas, we rowed for a rocky island that had been spotted nearby. Unfortunately, the Captain's life boat was swamped, and lost with all hands, but Hextor lent me His strength, and I was able to provide leadership to our own rowers. We thus reached shore safely. The storm had become icy as we rowed, and wind and snow alike buffeted us as we dragged the boat high on the beach. Discovering a path, I led our motley crew further into the island, reasoning that a travelled path might lead to shelter. Hextor had led me truly in this matter, for we came in time to a monastery, carved into a cliff at the heart of the island. Already some of the weaker members of the group were foundering, and thus I marched up and threw open the doors, leading the way inside. Barely had we closed the doors behind us when a magical darkness blanketed the room. As those around me panicked, I used what I had seen of the room to reach a wall and follow it outside of the darkness. Once there, I called out to the others, leading them to safety with the sound of my voice. Two of my companions did not emerge, while a third was bloodied: it seemed a tentacled creature had attacked him in the darkness. He seemed a strong warrior, so I called on Hextor to heal him while I took stock of our position. We found ourselves in the chapel of the monastery. The room was plain, but for six statutes set into alcoves, each with an offering bowl before them. Their number included the weakling Heironeous, but also our mighty lord, the Six Armed King, in all His power and glory. Seeing this, and knowing from the earlier attack that this place had been despoiled, I realised why Hextor had sent the storms to drive the Nightingale onto the rocks. It was His Will that I undertake the task of cleansing this place of the creatures that fouled it. As I placed an offering in His bowl, and dedicated myself to the task, I found myself wishing for the company of my brothers in arms. Those who were with me offered little hope of aid. True, the warrior I had healed - one Brodnak - seemed strong and competent, but he was the only one of whom this was true. The others were a nature-worshipping mongrel, with a bedraggled wolf at his side, two women - one of whom eyed my offering with ill-concealed greed, and a halfling cook. But as Hextor teaches us, a strong leader can make a mighty army of even the weakest troops. If it was His Will that they serve Him, then serve Him they would; or die in the attempt.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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