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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5212115" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">According to Ninfus Nex, in the time before man walked upon the face of Anka Seth, it was ruled by a race of enormous winged beasts called Dragons. What we had thought was a carved stone statue lying before us, was in actuality the body of one of those magnificent creatures. For many centuries they did as they pleased, untormented and untamed. The fourteen Gods came and disliked what they found, Dragons doing as they pleased with the world.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">So powerful were the Dragons that the some of the Gods hatched a plan to eradicate them from the world so that they themselves could claim it and give life to new races without threat of having them devoured. One Goddess, Kalseru, warned the Dragons of the plot against them, but it came too late. For her efforts she was not heard of again.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The other Gods had orchestrated to tear the souls out of the Dragons, and that was exactly what they did. The Gods had not anticipated the strength of the Dragon’s souls, however, and found they could not destroy them. Instead, through their divine powers they housed them in the bodies of tiny serpents. Over ages they had been forced to serve many masters and now those very serpents served the Order of the Wyrm.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I stared at the little snake as he hissed through his fantastic tale. Never before had I heard of Dragons! Nor the sacrilegious thought that there had been a power before the Gods themselves had come!</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The two serpents were bombarded with questions, but they knew little more. They suspected that if they found their own bodies they could once again join them, with significant divine or arcane assistance, and become Dragons, but they knew not where their own bodies lay.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">When we asked about the Oracle, Ninfus Nex explained that its kind were just lowly servants to the great Dragons. The stone eggs we had seen were laid by the Dragons themselves, for they could chose what they gave birth to.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Thinking that there own bodies were destroyed Ninfus Nex and Ssaruss Ssni were quite keen to see if they were incorrect. If they could be found then they could regain the power that they once held.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It dawned upon me that finding their bodies may not be that difficult. If the Hutenkamans worshiped the Beast, then wherever they had temples it was likely that we would find the body of a Dragon. Perhaps these Dragons could be valuable tools for us in a war against the Dominion? </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We had been searching the chamber for more than half the day and it must be have been close to evening, so with nothing more to be gained from the corpse of the ancient Beast, we returned to the Hutenkamans.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We found a good two dozen of them in various states of bliss. Some lay snoring peacefully, others just sat cross-legged on the dirt with a smile upon their faces. They surrounded a giant water pipe, its mouth piece being casually passed between those that had not lost consciousness.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The air was heavy with the all to familiar aroma of Devil Weed, Moxadder’s drug of choice. It became clear on what they had spent their earnings on. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There was little point staying there as they were in no fit state to answer my queries regarding other Hutenkaman temples, so we went outside to join Hrast and Stravarious, both of whom had been minding the horses.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“About time you lot reappeared,” said Stravarious. “Whilst you have been prancing about with the cultists I have been doing some investigating of my own.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Without giving us a chance to pass on our own findings, he briskly walked off behind the temple, urging, “Come on, follow me.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I sighed at his impatience but wondered at what could get the usually quiet Stravarious so energized.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As we rounded the final corner of the temple we understood what he was excited about. In the side of the hill were two massive steel double doors, covered with rubble and debris at their base. Emblazoned on the doors was a familiar symbol, twelve arrows that radiated from a central hub; the mark of Gerech. Stravarious had found the Gerechian temple that we had sought.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We stepped carefully up to the doors, noticing that the Hutenkamans had used the place as a privy. I made sure to hold a particularly thick kerchief over my nose and mouth so that I could not inhale the foul stink.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The doors were so heavy that it required everyone’s strength to swing one open. It protested our efforts but finally creaked open enough to allow us entrance to the Temple of Artyom Seth.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As we gathered our breath, either sitting on the rubble or leaning against the doors for support, Morgan spied dust churned up from the hooves of horse on the road from GuerneyCity. </span> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">They were headed to the Hutenkaman temple so I asked Moxadder to take a discreet look at who they were. The Irudesian slunk off without a sound and disappeared into the undergrowth.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Not five minutes later he reappeared, “Bloody Crusaders of Light.” He said as he cleared his throat and spat his disgust into the dirt.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was most likely the same Gerechians who had told Morgan about Artyom Seth’s temple. We decided that they would not take kindly to us if they were to discover us entering the holy site of their God so we leapt through the opening we had made and with a mighty effort pulled the door shut.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Once again Eldritch Light provided us comfort and illumination in the deep darkness. Now it was Morgan who took the lead. He placed the mask of Valentin Seth on his face and commanded it to lead us to the transportation chamber we knew was housed in each of the Gerechian temples. If we could unlock its secrets then we might be able to return here from another temple if the need arose.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Only a few paces into our journey Morgan stopped us. “I sense that there are others here, and they are saturated with the foul reek of the Dominion. We must tread warily.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We moved carefully through the ancient ruin, heeding Morgan’s warning. Evidently it had been sacked many years ago, but had then remained undisturbed for a long time. We stirred a thick layer of dust from the stone cobbles as we strode down corridors and through rooms.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Morgan led us down from the upper level and into the depths of the temple. We came to a place that was a replica of the storage room where we had battled the undead Priest Holton in the temple of Konstatin Seth. The star chamber, as the mask had called it, was at the end of the corridor that led from this room. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As we filed into the room Moxadder hushed our murmurings by softly ordering for our silence. We fell quiet. I could see him straining, listening for something ahead.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He gestured us to come close and whispered, “I am sure I heard voices ahead, but when we stopped talking so did they.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">All it took was a collective glance at Moxadder to send him on his way. He sighed and shrugged and skulked off into the shadows.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A few minutes later he returned bearing bad news. “There’s an ambush being set for us.” He whispered. “Must’ve seen our light.” He added matter-of-factly.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Not seen the like of ‘em before neither.” He continued, “Big lads they are though, and damned ugly. ‘Round a dozen of them.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">How was it possible for them to have gotten here? I thought. It was Morgan who provided the obvious answer.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“They must have come from another temple.” He said.</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5212115, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]According to Ninfus Nex, in the time before man walked upon the face of Anka Seth, it was ruled by a race of enormous winged beasts called Dragons. What we had thought was a carved stone statue lying before us, was in actuality the body of one of those magnificent creatures. For many centuries they did as they pleased, untormented and untamed. The fourteen Gods came and disliked what they found, Dragons doing as they pleased with the world.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]So powerful were the Dragons that the some of the Gods hatched a plan to eradicate them from the world so that they themselves could claim it and give life to new races without threat of having them devoured. One Goddess, Kalseru, warned the Dragons of the plot against them, but it came too late. For her efforts she was not heard of again.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The other Gods had orchestrated to tear the souls out of the Dragons, and that was exactly what they did. The Gods had not anticipated the strength of the Dragon’s souls, however, and found they could not destroy them. Instead, through their divine powers they housed them in the bodies of tiny serpents. Over ages they had been forced to serve many masters and now those very serpents served the Order of the Wyrm.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I stared at the little snake as he hissed through his fantastic tale. Never before had I heard of Dragons! Nor the sacrilegious thought that there had been a power before the Gods themselves had come![/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The two serpents were bombarded with questions, but they knew little more. They suspected that if they found their own bodies they could once again join them, with significant divine or arcane assistance, and become Dragons, but they knew not where their own bodies lay.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]When we asked about the Oracle, Ninfus Nex explained that its kind were just lowly servants to the great Dragons. The stone eggs we had seen were laid by the Dragons themselves, for they could chose what they gave birth to.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Thinking that there own bodies were destroyed Ninfus Nex and Ssaruss Ssni were quite keen to see if they were incorrect. If they could be found then they could regain the power that they once held.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It dawned upon me that finding their bodies may not be that difficult. If the Hutenkamans worshiped the Beast, then wherever they had temples it was likely that we would find the body of a Dragon. Perhaps these Dragons could be valuable tools for us in a war against the Dominion? [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We had been searching the chamber for more than half the day and it must be have been close to evening, so with nothing more to be gained from the corpse of the ancient Beast, we returned to the Hutenkamans.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We found a good two dozen of them in various states of bliss. Some lay snoring peacefully, others just sat cross-legged on the dirt with a smile upon their faces. They surrounded a giant water pipe, its mouth piece being casually passed between those that had not lost consciousness.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The air was heavy with the all to familiar aroma of Devil Weed, Moxadder’s drug of choice. It became clear on what they had spent their earnings on. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]There was little point staying there as they were in no fit state to answer my queries regarding other Hutenkaman temples, so we went outside to join Hrast and Stravarious, both of whom had been minding the horses.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“About time you lot reappeared,” said Stravarious. “Whilst you have been prancing about with the cultists I have been doing some investigating of my own.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Without giving us a chance to pass on our own findings, he briskly walked off behind the temple, urging, “Come on, follow me.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I sighed at his impatience but wondered at what could get the usually quiet Stravarious so energized.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As we rounded the final corner of the temple we understood what he was excited about. In the side of the hill were two massive steel double doors, covered with rubble and debris at their base. Emblazoned on the doors was a familiar symbol, twelve arrows that radiated from a central hub; the mark of Gerech. Stravarious had found the Gerechian temple that we had sought.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We stepped carefully up to the doors, noticing that the Hutenkamans had used the place as a privy. I made sure to hold a particularly thick kerchief over my nose and mouth so that I could not inhale the foul stink.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The doors were so heavy that it required everyone’s strength to swing one open. It protested our efforts but finally creaked open enough to allow us entrance to the Temple of Artyom Seth.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As we gathered our breath, either sitting on the rubble or leaning against the doors for support, Morgan spied dust churned up from the hooves of horse on the road from GuerneyCity. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]They were headed to the Hutenkaman temple so I asked Moxadder to take a discreet look at who they were. The Irudesian slunk off without a sound and disappeared into the undergrowth.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Not five minutes later he reappeared, “Bloody Crusaders of Light.” He said as he cleared his throat and spat his disgust into the dirt.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was most likely the same Gerechians who had told Morgan about Artyom Seth’s temple. We decided that they would not take kindly to us if they were to discover us entering the holy site of their God so we leapt through the opening we had made and with a mighty effort pulled the door shut.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Once again Eldritch Light provided us comfort and illumination in the deep darkness. Now it was Morgan who took the lead. He placed the mask of Valentin Seth on his face and commanded it to lead us to the transportation chamber we knew was housed in each of the Gerechian temples. If we could unlock its secrets then we might be able to return here from another temple if the need arose.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Only a few paces into our journey Morgan stopped us. “I sense that there are others here, and they are saturated with the foul reek of the Dominion. We must tread warily.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We moved carefully through the ancient ruin, heeding Morgan’s warning. Evidently it had been sacked many years ago, but had then remained undisturbed for a long time. We stirred a thick layer of dust from the stone cobbles as we strode down corridors and through rooms.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Morgan led us down from the upper level and into the depths of the temple. We came to a place that was a replica of the storage room where we had battled the undead Priest Holton in the temple of Konstatin Seth. The star chamber, as the mask had called it, was at the end of the corridor that led from this room. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As we filed into the room Moxadder hushed our murmurings by softly ordering for our silence. We fell quiet. I could see him straining, listening for something ahead.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He gestured us to come close and whispered, “I am sure I heard voices ahead, but when we stopped talking so did they.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]All it took was a collective glance at Moxadder to send him on his way. He sighed and shrugged and skulked off into the shadows.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]A few minutes later he returned bearing bad news. “There’s an ambush being set for us.” He whispered. “Must’ve seen our light.” He added matter-of-factly.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Not seen the like of ‘em before neither.” He continued, “Big lads they are though, and damned ugly. ‘Round a dozen of them.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]How was it possible for them to have gotten here? I thought. It was Morgan who provided the obvious answer.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“They must have come from another temple.” He said.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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