Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Enchanted Trinkets Complete--a hardcover book containing over 500 magic items for your D&D games!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ghostknight" data-source="post: 1649452" data-attributes="member: 15338">The abbots bow at your introductions and wait for you to walk between them before following behind you.  All the abbots carry small silver be;;s that they ring as you past, creating a pleasing sound for the kami that come to observe this meeting.Inside it is obvious that the area has just been cleared.  scuff marks on the floor show where tables are often kept and the large open area at the end still sends wafts of smoke towards you.  the head abbot turns to you all and bows.  Waiting for the other abbots to enter.He claps his hands, and a table is rought in, on it are thirteen, tarnished golden straws, each resting on a sheet of paper.  On some of these pages, pictures appear, your pictures.  Each of you is depicted as standing before a throne, backs to the one seated there, fending off the fiends of the shadowlands.  Each of you glows with health and as you examine the picture it is as if you are looking at yourself from above, the picture changing to show you in the room with the abbots."Honoured ones, as you can see the Guardian has let us know who are to be his champions, and how to find you.  But there is more to do, we must summon the essence of the Guardian so that he may explain to you the task before you."He steps back, without waiting for answers, and claps his hands.  The surrounding monks start a chant, some providing a counter-point hum, all ringing their bells.  The head Abbot speaks, a language both gutteral and sibbilant- the strange syllables flying into the air, setting your vision free.  You float up with the words, ascending the steps into the celstial court, into an outside alcove in which te old man sits.  He smiles, showing pure white teeth, but even as he does so a sudden cut appears on his head, quickly dispelled, but you sense that the displelling is but an illusion and the cut remains."Greetings my heroes.  My task is simple.  Find the one who is to replace me and bring it to my mundane place.  I do not know if it is to be man or woman, human or other, merely that this one must be found soon.  My strength wanes and I cannot long maintain."He bows his head and you find yourselves once more in the room with the chanting Abbots.  Silence slowly descends and the head Abbot looks at you."The time has come for questions.  Ask, we will answer as best we can."</blockquote>

Verification