HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"Welcome...
... Larissa, Sister to Lady Kamara,
... Agno priest of the Whisperer,
... Tonris of Illi Esse,
... and Tyrien... the Archeress."
The old priest waits as everyone enjoys a bit of small talk (although it isn't small (or short) where Tyrien is concerned). Then after they have drank and ate a bit he clears his throat and begins his tale.
"My home was destroyed and those I knew killed or worse. And all brought about by treachery, from within. Sorry I am a little ahead of myself." he says with a sigh and then closes his eyes and leans his head back, as if remembering.
Coming out of his stupor he looks each of you in the eye and starts from the beginning. "The Stoneblade was built as a bastion to both protect the land and as a temple to Helerion's glory. But as with all things... and people, it grew in age and disuse and became a quiet monastery for those of us who had outlived are usefulness."
Looking troubled as if not knowing what to say next Master Reinos takes a small sip of his wine. "A fortnight ago we were betrayed, then attacked. For it could only have been betrayal that could have gotten such a large force of dark folk into the Stoneblade unnoticed. Before anyone knew it they were in the halls, in the sept, and on their way to the ritual room."
"We couldn't stop them. Their darkness seemed to stamp out the light of Helerion and the beast they had with them, the wyvern, slayed all who came upon it. Or they died of it's poison after fleeing it's wrath."
OOC: Everyone respond as you wish and roll a hunch check - Sense Motive DC 20
... Larissa, Sister to Lady Kamara,
... Agno priest of the Whisperer,
... Tonris of Illi Esse,
... and Tyrien... the Archeress."
The old priest waits as everyone enjoys a bit of small talk (although it isn't small (or short) where Tyrien is concerned). Then after they have drank and ate a bit he clears his throat and begins his tale.
"My home was destroyed and those I knew killed or worse. And all brought about by treachery, from within. Sorry I am a little ahead of myself." he says with a sigh and then closes his eyes and leans his head back, as if remembering.
Coming out of his stupor he looks each of you in the eye and starts from the beginning. "The Stoneblade was built as a bastion to both protect the land and as a temple to Helerion's glory. But as with all things... and people, it grew in age and disuse and became a quiet monastery for those of us who had outlived are usefulness."
Looking troubled as if not knowing what to say next Master Reinos takes a small sip of his wine. "A fortnight ago we were betrayed, then attacked. For it could only have been betrayal that could have gotten such a large force of dark folk into the Stoneblade unnoticed. Before anyone knew it they were in the halls, in the sept, and on their way to the ritual room."
"We couldn't stop them. Their darkness seemed to stamp out the light of Helerion and the beast they had with them, the wyvern, slayed all who came upon it. Or they died of it's poison after fleeing it's wrath."
OOC: Everyone respond as you wish and roll a hunch check - Sense Motive DC 20