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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5289459" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>Over the next three days we left each other to our own devices. My first business was to find a suitably skilled tanner to prepare the skins of the Beasts of Zzart, and then a tailor to create our cloaks. The remaining time I spent with a jovial wizard by the name of Kasrian who was willing to teach me some of his magics in return for some of the spells that I had mastered. </p><p></p><p>It was wonderful not to have to travel and to be able to study and learn new magics, but more importantly to ignore the heavy burden of our quest. But all too soon the time was spent and we were once again set for another journey. </p><p></p><p>We stood deep within the temple of Arkadiy Seth within its Star Chamber. It looked identical to the one we had seen in Konstantin Seth’s temple in Yorath. </p><p></p><p>Morgan took charge of our preparations. First the Halfling anointed us with the oil that was found in drums in the entrance hall to the Star Chamber. We knelt so that he could mark our foreheads with the stuff whilst he muttered a short Gerechian prayer. The oil stung our skin. It was as if Gerech himself was protesting that heretics were being blessed in his name. Its effect on the blindfolded Argonne was even more pronounced. He screamed violent curses and thrashed in agony as the viscous liquid touched his skin, causing cracks and blisters. </p><p></p><p>Eamos grinned slyly throughout the woodsman’s ordeal. No doubt relishing the heretic’s pain. </p><p></p><p>Next, from a sack that Morgan dragged beside him, he produced a small replica of each of the artifacts that represented the Seths and placed the in the corresponding indentations on pedestals in the center of the chamber. </p><p></p><p>There was a low hum and suddenly from the pedestal’s platform a red glowing bridge appeared. It stretched out to one of the doors that encircled the room. </p><p></p><p>Eamos said, “Come now. The portal is active.” and walked onto the incandescent path. I shared a nervous glance with Moxadder and then followed the Crusader. </p><p></p><p>Without hesitation Eamos swung open the door that the bridge led to and passed through it. Again Moxadder and I exchanged a dubious look. He shrugged and followed Morgan who had already boldly stepped into the darkness. I went next and then Stravarious who held a cord that was tied around Argonne’s waist. Each of us tugged hesitant horses in toe.</p><p></p><p>I felt strange. My foot did not find anything to stand on, yet I did not fall. I took a tentative step and felt the same sensation. It was as though we walked on air. </p><p></p><p>The darkness that enveloped us suddenly looked like the night sky. Pin pricks of light in on a pitch-black canvas. </p><p></p><p>As we moved forward the stars began to spin as if whirling around a radiating hub that we walked on. Soon they moved so fast that they appeared to be huge circles of light that surrounded us. The glare was so bright that I was forced to squint and shield my eyes. </p><p></p><p>We traveled like this for what seemed to be hours and then suddenly the circles of light slowed and once again became stars. Quite quickly they too faded and the deepening darkness once more surrounded us. A door in the distance opened and light spewed forth, illuminating the darkness but revealing nothing. For there was nothing to see where we were, just an infinite empty space. </p><p></p><p>I stepped through the door that Eamos held open for us and was most relieved to have my foot touch something of substance. We had entered another Star Chamber. This one had a blue glowing path that led to the raised platform in the center of the circular room. </p><p></p><p>“You are in my temple now.” Said Eamos. “I trust you’ll not disturb anything and do remember to keep your comrades’ blindfold on until you leave this place.” </p><p></p><p>I heard Argonne grind his teeth at Eamos’s last remark but wisely he said nothing. </p><p></p><p>“I give you one final piece of information.” said Eamos. “You will find it difficult to use Rodian Seth’s Star Chamber, for Rodion Seth is alive and well, although long ago he shed his Gerechian heritage. He now goes by the name Mecros and is one of the Black Lords.”</p><p></p><p>With that, Eamos turned on his heel and stepped once more through the doorway, pulling the door closed behind him. </p><p></p><p>The Black Lords were familiar to us. Fallen Gerechians that hated the Dominion but realised that they could not quash it without Gerech’s power. So they had found some other divine or mystical ally. They were the ones that aided Yodfor when he called out for their help at the banquet when King Thurland II was almost assassinated and they were the ones to be our opponents in the the Halfast Games, a round from which we wisely withdrew. </p><p></p><p>We had already avoided the Black Lords once in Halfast. It seemed that we were destined to at least meet with one in Morannin.</p><p></p><p>With the aid of Eldritch Light, whose magical properties I had transferred to my new black blade Switch, we quickly traversed the familiar layout of the Pytor Seth’s temple. The Gerechians, masters of order, had only one design for their temples. We had now been through four of the Seth’s temples and each had been laid out identically.</p><p></p><p>Puffs of dust rose into the air as we trod through corridors that had been unused for a century. There was no evidence at all that the temple had been occupied or even visited since the fall of the Convocation.</p><p></p><p>Soon we stood before a pair huge bronze doors, beyond which lay open plains. We would travel south, to the river Narn, the natural border that separated the Dominion and the Fastness. It took all our strength to tug the massive metal doors inward enough to allow our horses the room to squeeze through.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5289459, member: 46615"] Over the next three days we left each other to our own devices. My first business was to find a suitably skilled tanner to prepare the skins of the Beasts of Zzart, and then a tailor to create our cloaks. The remaining time I spent with a jovial wizard by the name of Kasrian who was willing to teach me some of his magics in return for some of the spells that I had mastered. It was wonderful not to have to travel and to be able to study and learn new magics, but more importantly to ignore the heavy burden of our quest. But all too soon the time was spent and we were once again set for another journey. We stood deep within the temple of Arkadiy Seth within its Star Chamber. It looked identical to the one we had seen in Konstantin Seth’s temple in Yorath. Morgan took charge of our preparations. First the Halfling anointed us with the oil that was found in drums in the entrance hall to the Star Chamber. We knelt so that he could mark our foreheads with the stuff whilst he muttered a short Gerechian prayer. The oil stung our skin. It was as if Gerech himself was protesting that heretics were being blessed in his name. Its effect on the blindfolded Argonne was even more pronounced. He screamed violent curses and thrashed in agony as the viscous liquid touched his skin, causing cracks and blisters. Eamos grinned slyly throughout the woodsman’s ordeal. No doubt relishing the heretic’s pain. Next, from a sack that Morgan dragged beside him, he produced a small replica of each of the artifacts that represented the Seths and placed the in the corresponding indentations on pedestals in the center of the chamber. There was a low hum and suddenly from the pedestal’s platform a red glowing bridge appeared. It stretched out to one of the doors that encircled the room. Eamos said, “Come now. The portal is active.” and walked onto the incandescent path. I shared a nervous glance with Moxadder and then followed the Crusader. Without hesitation Eamos swung open the door that the bridge led to and passed through it. Again Moxadder and I exchanged a dubious look. He shrugged and followed Morgan who had already boldly stepped into the darkness. I went next and then Stravarious who held a cord that was tied around Argonne’s waist. Each of us tugged hesitant horses in toe. I felt strange. My foot did not find anything to stand on, yet I did not fall. I took a tentative step and felt the same sensation. It was as though we walked on air. The darkness that enveloped us suddenly looked like the night sky. Pin pricks of light in on a pitch-black canvas. As we moved forward the stars began to spin as if whirling around a radiating hub that we walked on. Soon they moved so fast that they appeared to be huge circles of light that surrounded us. The glare was so bright that I was forced to squint and shield my eyes. We traveled like this for what seemed to be hours and then suddenly the circles of light slowed and once again became stars. Quite quickly they too faded and the deepening darkness once more surrounded us. A door in the distance opened and light spewed forth, illuminating the darkness but revealing nothing. For there was nothing to see where we were, just an infinite empty space. I stepped through the door that Eamos held open for us and was most relieved to have my foot touch something of substance. We had entered another Star Chamber. This one had a blue glowing path that led to the raised platform in the center of the circular room. “You are in my temple now.” Said Eamos. “I trust you’ll not disturb anything and do remember to keep your comrades’ blindfold on until you leave this place.” I heard Argonne grind his teeth at Eamos’s last remark but wisely he said nothing. “I give you one final piece of information.” said Eamos. “You will find it difficult to use Rodian Seth’s Star Chamber, for Rodion Seth is alive and well, although long ago he shed his Gerechian heritage. He now goes by the name Mecros and is one of the Black Lords.” With that, Eamos turned on his heel and stepped once more through the doorway, pulling the door closed behind him. The Black Lords were familiar to us. Fallen Gerechians that hated the Dominion but realised that they could not quash it without Gerech’s power. So they had found some other divine or mystical ally. They were the ones that aided Yodfor when he called out for their help at the banquet when King Thurland II was almost assassinated and they were the ones to be our opponents in the the Halfast Games, a round from which we wisely withdrew. We had already avoided the Black Lords once in Halfast. It seemed that we were destined to at least meet with one in Morannin. With the aid of Eldritch Light, whose magical properties I had transferred to my new black blade Switch, we quickly traversed the familiar layout of the Pytor Seth’s temple. The Gerechians, masters of order, had only one design for their temples. We had now been through four of the Seth’s temples and each had been laid out identically. Puffs of dust rose into the air as we trod through corridors that had been unused for a century. There was no evidence at all that the temple had been occupied or even visited since the fall of the Convocation. Soon we stood before a pair huge bronze doors, beyond which lay open plains. We would travel south, to the river Narn, the natural border that separated the Dominion and the Fastness. It took all our strength to tug the massive metal doors inward enough to allow our horses the room to squeeze through. [/QUOTE]
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