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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5279987" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>The following day we rode to Riverglenn to restock and supply before continuing our long journey to Morannin.</p><p></p><p>It was during that ride that we could finally question Argonne as to where he had been since mysteriously flying away from the temple of Hutenkama. He revealed little, however, saying that he had needed to refresh himself and immerse himself in Foeld.</p><p></p><p>The Gerechian crusaders, a little more rejuvenated after a days rest, accompanied us, determined to present us to their masters for judgment of our heresies in the temple of Artyom Seth.</p><p></p><p>It annoyed us somewhat to appear to be in their power, prisoners as such, but we had decided the previous evening that it would be easier this way. We did not desire to be persecuted by the Gerechians. They might be extremists and very much insane, but they were renowned fighters and could very well be a valuable tool in our fight against the Dominion. So we bit our collective tongues and allowed Yodfor to take us to the temple of his master.</p><p></p><p>The grandiose twin cities of Riverglenn were split by the mighty Anderrin river which blasts through a jagged spire of rock some hundred feet into the air before crashing back down and flowing on once more, weaving its way intothe country side. This spectacular natural wonder greeted us as we made our way into the city. On the eastern side of the great river the tall, beautiful spires of the Elven Lords, last bastion of their race. It overlooked the structured and regimented city of men, the most militant in Guerney.</p><p></p><p>We spent most of the day passing through the outer edges of the city of men. It was huge. Housing a population larger even than that of Guerney City, it seemed to sprawl endlessly. Eventually we arrived at the temple of Arkadiy Seth, the center of Gerechian faith since the fall of the Connvocation. Imposing statue-like men stood blocking its entrance. Their polished breastplates emblazoned with Gerech’s symbol, twelve straight arrows radiating from a single hub.</p><p></p><p>At the sight of Yodfor they lowered their swords and stepped aside without a word. Yodfor guided us through torch lit corridors to a large stark chamber where more guards stood stony-faced. Upon a single throne of ancient timber sat a man in simple white robes. </p><p></p><p>Yodfor did not break stride, nor succumb to any sense of ceremony. He walked right to the foot of the throne and said, “My lord Eamos. I present Sir Gerard d’Montfort, Moxadder, Stravarious and,” he paused for the first time betraying some uncertainty, “Morgan the Halfling.”</p><p></p><p>We each acknowledged our names as they were called out. Argonne, who had not entered the Aryom Seth’s temple, stood silently behind us.</p><p></p><p>Yodfor continued, “These five are charged with sacrilegiously entering the temple of the great Seth Artyom.”</p><p></p><p>“A most serious charge.” Said Eamos in a soft and genteel voice. “What say you?”</p><p></p><p>“Lord Eamos,” began Morgan, “We entered the temple to purge it of the evils that we had heard had taken it over.”</p><p></p><p>“And why would you, a heretic, care for the well being of one of the Connvocation’s temples?” asked Eamos.</p><p></p><p>I interrupted Morgan and said, “Because we hate the Dominion, and it was the Dominion that had taken up residence in your temple.”</p><p></p><p>“Is this true Yodfor?” queried Eamos.</p><p></p><p>“We certainly found them fighting the forces of the Northern Hordes. And it is true that they fought bravely.” Replied the Crusader of Light.</p><p></p><p>“And is it not true that since then we have fought by your side against the Dominion.” I added. “And is it not true that we disabled the General Mkilejthe? We are your allies not your enemies. Drop this charge and let us be on our way.”</p><p></p><p>Eamos ran his ran from his cheek to chin and pondered what I said. Unfortunately, his thoughts were disturbed when Argonne said aloud what we were thinking. “Yes you stupid gits! Stop all this foolishness.”</p><p></p><p>“We went into your temple and purged it of the Dominion. Where is mighty Gerech now in this hour of need? I’ll tell you where, in a great big rock, and that is where he has been hiding for the past one and a half millennium. Gerech’s in a rock. Gerech’s in a rock." chanted Argonne as he danced a little jig.</p><p></p><p>Inspired his rant continued, raising into a fervor pitch, "I mean how hard is it to get in and out of a rock? Not that hard I tell you. Even I can do it." He snorted “And, anyway, if it wasn't for your meddling we wouldn't even be in this position in the first place. It’s the self righteous ambitions of you and your Seths” he spat with scorn, ”that have lead to this situation. I mean how contemptible to actual lock all the things that you didn't like into an ever increasing number of holes in the ground, and actually think that one day they might NOT want to come out and kick your miserable self flagellated arses! I will not wait judgement from the moral equivalent of a psychotic rat troll. You can stick Gerech were he fits. His only use now is as a parchment weight" With that final statement he turned and began to march from the room.</p><p></p><p>Eamos, to his credit, had obviously heard this type of thing before. There was no anger in his voice when he simply called for the guard. Four burly sorts strode to Argonne. </p><p></p><p>Sensing that Argonne would cause great havoc if they barred his way I leapt in, “Come now. My friend is but a yokel and has no real understanding of the wider world. “ Argonne stopped and shot me a glare, but I continued regardless. “He speaks of the ill informed that have yet to move on from blaming the Convocation for the rise of the Dominion. This is a new age and we all have a common enemy. To succeed we must work together.” I pleaded. At least my last words were true if the others were mostly a lie.</p><p></p><p>The Gerechian Lord raised his palm and ordered his guards to stop. “Let him go.” And with a conceited smirk etched upon his face Argonne left the temple.</p><p></p><p>Eamos then continued, “I suspect that you entered the temple of Artyom Seth for other reasons than those you have mentioned. My lord Gerech has left me with some power at discerning your lie. Tell me now why it is that you entered our holy site.”</p><p></p><p>I saw no point in continuing our roundabout conversation. “It is true, we did have another purpose. To discover the temple’s Star Chamber and use it.”</p><p></p><p>Eamos and Yodfor both exchanged a quick look. That piece of news certainly sparked an interest in our calm interrogators. </p><p></p><p>“You, Sir Gerard and Morgan come with us.” Said Eamos as he beckoned to Yodfor to join him. </p><p></p><p>He led us through a door to a small antechamber and said. “Tell me what you know of the Star Chamber”</p><p></p><p>There was something in his voice that compelled me to answer him. I told him what we had learned from Lord Steven and also from piecing together the information we had garnered from our journeys. To activate the Star Chamber the pedestal that symoblised the temple to which one wished to travel must have an offering of the same nature as the Seth’s favoured device. For example, a scepter would be needed to travel to the temple of Artyom Seth. Ointments be smeared on the foreheads of the travelers and they must also carry with the actual artifact of the Seth whose temple was to be traveled to, just like the scepter of Artyom Seth or Valentin Seth’s mask, both of which Morgan carried.</p><p></p><p>To say that the pair of Gerechian’s were astounded does not do justice to the distance their jaws dropped. Their calm exterior’s melted, and it took them a moment or to reconstruct their personas. </p><p></p><p>“You knew that and sought to use the Star Chambers?” Yodfor asked incredulously.</p><p></p><p>“Yes indeed. Our plan is to get to Morannin, as you know. But if we knew that Artyom Seth’s temple was safe then we knew that we could come back to it via Rodian Seth’s temple in Morannin.” Lord Steven had provided us with the knowledge that Rodian’s temple was somewhere near Morannin.</p><p></p><p>“That raises another point,” said Eamos, his composure regained, “You have two artifacts of Gerch. What are your intentions for them?”</p><p></p><p>“I thought that was obvious. We intend to use them to activate the Star Chambers. And no, “I continued, pre-empting the question forming on Eamos’s lips, “we do not intend to give them back freely.”</p><p></p><p>I admit to a touch of nerves as I took a stand. I had meant what I said but I prayed that it would not come to violence.</p><p></p><p>My prayers were answered. “I am sure you fully appreciate that we could take them off you.” Said Eamos.</p><p></p><p>“You could try!” bristled Morgan, who was still very attached to the artifacts of the trapped god.</p><p></p><p>“Yes we could try and our numbers would dictate that we would succeed.” Continued Eamos, raising a hand to stop the impeding interjection of Morgan, “However, I have listened to what you have said and I have seen the truth in your hearts. You are not our enemies and we do indeed share a common foe. I will allow you to use our temples.”</p><p></p><p>He added, “And more than that I will take you to Vronburg, that will significantly reduce your trip.” </p><p></p><p>So the Gerechians had at least recovered one item they had lost, the armour of Pyotr Seth, lord of the temple near Vronburg.</p><p></p><p>I was only partially correct. “For I am the Eighth Lord of Light, Pyotr Seth, and I will ensure that you arrive safely.”</p><p></p><p>It was our turn to be shocked. Before us stood one of the twelve Seth’s! A man from an age before our own. A man kept alive for an eternity by faith and his god’s last remnant of power.</p><p></p><p>“Fyodor,“ said Eamos, addressing the man we knew as Yodfor. “I know that you trust them, let us hope that your trust is not misplaced.”</p><p></p><p>This was another surprise. Eamos had just revealed that Yodfor was none other than Fyodor Seth, another of the original Lord’s of Light!</p><p></p><p>And so, after much discussion it was decided that we would leave in a few days, allowing us to gather supplies and at least rest for a day before once again setting off into the wilds. </p><p></p><p>The only sticking point was Argonne. Initially the Seth’s were adamant that he could not enter another temple, but eventually we convinced them that he was of more use to us than they knew. So it was that on the proviso that he be blindfolded during his journey in any temple, that Argonne could travel with us.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5279987, member: 46615"] The following day we rode to Riverglenn to restock and supply before continuing our long journey to Morannin. It was during that ride that we could finally question Argonne as to where he had been since mysteriously flying away from the temple of Hutenkama. He revealed little, however, saying that he had needed to refresh himself and immerse himself in Foeld. The Gerechian crusaders, a little more rejuvenated after a days rest, accompanied us, determined to present us to their masters for judgment of our heresies in the temple of Artyom Seth. It annoyed us somewhat to appear to be in their power, prisoners as such, but we had decided the previous evening that it would be easier this way. We did not desire to be persecuted by the Gerechians. They might be extremists and very much insane, but they were renowned fighters and could very well be a valuable tool in our fight against the Dominion. So we bit our collective tongues and allowed Yodfor to take us to the temple of his master. The grandiose twin cities of Riverglenn were split by the mighty Anderrin river which blasts through a jagged spire of rock some hundred feet into the air before crashing back down and flowing on once more, weaving its way intothe country side. This spectacular natural wonder greeted us as we made our way into the city. On the eastern side of the great river the tall, beautiful spires of the Elven Lords, last bastion of their race. It overlooked the structured and regimented city of men, the most militant in Guerney. We spent most of the day passing through the outer edges of the city of men. It was huge. Housing a population larger even than that of Guerney City, it seemed to sprawl endlessly. Eventually we arrived at the temple of Arkadiy Seth, the center of Gerechian faith since the fall of the Connvocation. Imposing statue-like men stood blocking its entrance. Their polished breastplates emblazoned with Gerech’s symbol, twelve straight arrows radiating from a single hub. At the sight of Yodfor they lowered their swords and stepped aside without a word. Yodfor guided us through torch lit corridors to a large stark chamber where more guards stood stony-faced. Upon a single throne of ancient timber sat a man in simple white robes. Yodfor did not break stride, nor succumb to any sense of ceremony. He walked right to the foot of the throne and said, “My lord Eamos. I present Sir Gerard d’Montfort, Moxadder, Stravarious and,” he paused for the first time betraying some uncertainty, “Morgan the Halfling.” We each acknowledged our names as they were called out. Argonne, who had not entered the Aryom Seth’s temple, stood silently behind us. Yodfor continued, “These five are charged with sacrilegiously entering the temple of the great Seth Artyom.” “A most serious charge.” Said Eamos in a soft and genteel voice. “What say you?” “Lord Eamos,” began Morgan, “We entered the temple to purge it of the evils that we had heard had taken it over.” “And why would you, a heretic, care for the well being of one of the Connvocation’s temples?” asked Eamos. I interrupted Morgan and said, “Because we hate the Dominion, and it was the Dominion that had taken up residence in your temple.” “Is this true Yodfor?” queried Eamos. “We certainly found them fighting the forces of the Northern Hordes. And it is true that they fought bravely.” Replied the Crusader of Light. “And is it not true that since then we have fought by your side against the Dominion.” I added. “And is it not true that we disabled the General Mkilejthe? We are your allies not your enemies. Drop this charge and let us be on our way.” Eamos ran his ran from his cheek to chin and pondered what I said. Unfortunately, his thoughts were disturbed when Argonne said aloud what we were thinking. “Yes you stupid gits! Stop all this foolishness.” “We went into your temple and purged it of the Dominion. Where is mighty Gerech now in this hour of need? I’ll tell you where, in a great big rock, and that is where he has been hiding for the past one and a half millennium. Gerech’s in a rock. Gerech’s in a rock." chanted Argonne as he danced a little jig. Inspired his rant continued, raising into a fervor pitch, "I mean how hard is it to get in and out of a rock? Not that hard I tell you. Even I can do it." He snorted “And, anyway, if it wasn't for your meddling we wouldn't even be in this position in the first place. It’s the self righteous ambitions of you and your Seths” he spat with scorn, ”that have lead to this situation. I mean how contemptible to actual lock all the things that you didn't like into an ever increasing number of holes in the ground, and actually think that one day they might NOT want to come out and kick your miserable self flagellated arses! I will not wait judgement from the moral equivalent of a psychotic rat troll. You can stick Gerech were he fits. His only use now is as a parchment weight" With that final statement he turned and began to march from the room. Eamos, to his credit, had obviously heard this type of thing before. There was no anger in his voice when he simply called for the guard. Four burly sorts strode to Argonne. Sensing that Argonne would cause great havoc if they barred his way I leapt in, “Come now. My friend is but a yokel and has no real understanding of the wider world. “ Argonne stopped and shot me a glare, but I continued regardless. “He speaks of the ill informed that have yet to move on from blaming the Convocation for the rise of the Dominion. This is a new age and we all have a common enemy. To succeed we must work together.” I pleaded. At least my last words were true if the others were mostly a lie. The Gerechian Lord raised his palm and ordered his guards to stop. “Let him go.” And with a conceited smirk etched upon his face Argonne left the temple. Eamos then continued, “I suspect that you entered the temple of Artyom Seth for other reasons than those you have mentioned. My lord Gerech has left me with some power at discerning your lie. Tell me now why it is that you entered our holy site.” I saw no point in continuing our roundabout conversation. “It is true, we did have another purpose. To discover the temple’s Star Chamber and use it.” Eamos and Yodfor both exchanged a quick look. That piece of news certainly sparked an interest in our calm interrogators. “You, Sir Gerard and Morgan come with us.” Said Eamos as he beckoned to Yodfor to join him. He led us through a door to a small antechamber and said. “Tell me what you know of the Star Chamber” There was something in his voice that compelled me to answer him. I told him what we had learned from Lord Steven and also from piecing together the information we had garnered from our journeys. To activate the Star Chamber the pedestal that symoblised the temple to which one wished to travel must have an offering of the same nature as the Seth’s favoured device. For example, a scepter would be needed to travel to the temple of Artyom Seth. Ointments be smeared on the foreheads of the travelers and they must also carry with the actual artifact of the Seth whose temple was to be traveled to, just like the scepter of Artyom Seth or Valentin Seth’s mask, both of which Morgan carried. To say that the pair of Gerechian’s were astounded does not do justice to the distance their jaws dropped. Their calm exterior’s melted, and it took them a moment or to reconstruct their personas. “You knew that and sought to use the Star Chambers?” Yodfor asked incredulously. “Yes indeed. Our plan is to get to Morannin, as you know. But if we knew that Artyom Seth’s temple was safe then we knew that we could come back to it via Rodian Seth’s temple in Morannin.” Lord Steven had provided us with the knowledge that Rodian’s temple was somewhere near Morannin. “That raises another point,” said Eamos, his composure regained, “You have two artifacts of Gerch. What are your intentions for them?” “I thought that was obvious. We intend to use them to activate the Star Chambers. And no, “I continued, pre-empting the question forming on Eamos’s lips, “we do not intend to give them back freely.” I admit to a touch of nerves as I took a stand. I had meant what I said but I prayed that it would not come to violence. My prayers were answered. “I am sure you fully appreciate that we could take them off you.” Said Eamos. “You could try!” bristled Morgan, who was still very attached to the artifacts of the trapped god. “Yes we could try and our numbers would dictate that we would succeed.” Continued Eamos, raising a hand to stop the impeding interjection of Morgan, “However, I have listened to what you have said and I have seen the truth in your hearts. You are not our enemies and we do indeed share a common foe. I will allow you to use our temples.” He added, “And more than that I will take you to Vronburg, that will significantly reduce your trip.” So the Gerechians had at least recovered one item they had lost, the armour of Pyotr Seth, lord of the temple near Vronburg. I was only partially correct. “For I am the Eighth Lord of Light, Pyotr Seth, and I will ensure that you arrive safely.” It was our turn to be shocked. Before us stood one of the twelve Seth’s! A man from an age before our own. A man kept alive for an eternity by faith and his god’s last remnant of power. “Fyodor,“ said Eamos, addressing the man we knew as Yodfor. “I know that you trust them, let us hope that your trust is not misplaced.” This was another surprise. Eamos had just revealed that Yodfor was none other than Fyodor Seth, another of the original Lord’s of Light! And so, after much discussion it was decided that we would leave in a few days, allowing us to gather supplies and at least rest for a day before once again setting off into the wilds. The only sticking point was Argonne. Initially the Seth’s were adamant that he could not enter another temple, but eventually we convinced them that he was of more use to us than they knew. So it was that on the proviso that he be blindfolded during his journey in any temple, that Argonne could travel with us. [/QUOTE]
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