Gorin Stonecleaver
First Post
Just an idea I had, for an adventure feel free to comment on it or ridicule it as deemed necessary.
Long ago an empire was crumbling and an old priest in a small temple saw the need to save his god's artifact from those who might destroy it. He instructed his acolyte to seal him deep within the catacombs of the church behind a stone and mortar wall. Before the last stone was placed the acolyte prepared and ate dinner with his mentor. They prayed and gave thanks and said some tearful goodbyes. Then the last stone was placed and the acolyte left the catacombs. He prayed before the altar when he reached the temple and then he disrobed leaving all his belongings in the church. Carrying only what he came into the world with he left the church never to be seen or heard from again. It was a slow and agonizing death for the priest of dehydration and starvation. The church lay abandoned for centuries and the great destruction the priest feared never came to pass. The building was demolished and rebuilt several times over and for the fisrt decade or so someone would come by and leave a small offering of food and water. The church is now completely unrecognizable as it is now the residence of a wealthy merchant. Deep under the wine cellar lie the forgotten catacombs and the long dead walled up priest a holy relic and something sinister born out of hate and despair.
Long ago an empire was crumbling and an old priest in a small temple saw the need to save his god's artifact from those who might destroy it. He instructed his acolyte to seal him deep within the catacombs of the church behind a stone and mortar wall. Before the last stone was placed the acolyte prepared and ate dinner with his mentor. They prayed and gave thanks and said some tearful goodbyes. Then the last stone was placed and the acolyte left the catacombs. He prayed before the altar when he reached the temple and then he disrobed leaving all his belongings in the church. Carrying only what he came into the world with he left the church never to be seen or heard from again. It was a slow and agonizing death for the priest of dehydration and starvation. The church lay abandoned for centuries and the great destruction the priest feared never came to pass. The building was demolished and rebuilt several times over and for the fisrt decade or so someone would come by and leave a small offering of food and water. The church is now completely unrecognizable as it is now the residence of a wealthy merchant. Deep under the wine cellar lie the forgotten catacombs and the long dead walled up priest a holy relic and something sinister born out of hate and despair.