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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Steverooo" data-source="post: 983591" data-attributes="member: 9410">Elsewhere...That same night, others were visited in dreams, as well.  Having been trapped for so long, The Morgarth reached out, impatient for release.  With the ebbing of daylight, it gathered its powers, and once more called upon the Lord of Secrets in Darkness.  Darkness came, and filled the tomb where The Morgarth chafed.  It bowed before its master, a humble, if disloyal, servant."Where is your servant?  Why do I still wait here, in this body?" The Morgarth asked the Lord."He comesss, Massster.  Even now, he comesss..." hissed the Lord."He is too slow.""Ssslow, but sssure...  He is bringing you aid... but the aides mussst not sussspect!...""Even so, hurry him along.  This body is too old.  I will have a new one, soon!""Yesss, Massster!..."  The darkness seemed to coalesce, then left the tomb.  Alone again, The Morgarth sat its body down.  Composing its thoughts, it gathered power, for a time, then projected a portion of its self to another tomb.There, it cowed its servants, again, and ordered all things to its will.  No progress had been made on breaching the barriers, but what did one expect from such creatures?  Still, he could put the fear of Morgarth into them, for their failure!Gazing upon the robe, mask, and cloak, It created a lesser form of itself within the throne room.  While this miniscule fraction of Its might could do little, it was more than enough to cow the miserable creatures that had flocked to Its banner.  The form sat on its throne, ordering its new realm thoughout the night...  There were many things to do, before daylight returned!The Lord of Secrets Hidden in Darkness, meanwhile, carried out its new orders to hurry its servant along.  He being awake, it couldn't use dreams, but "illuminated" things within his mind with darkness, calling them to his attention, and then revealing their secrets to him...While their time together was interrupted, the Lord then had a chance to whisper to his servant in sleep, when his mind was the most receptive.  The location of the Tomb was revealed, and a sense of urgency was instilled in him."Come to me!..." his Lord said.In yet another place, Pelor and Pholtus sat, watching their followers.  Something impinged upon Pelor's thoughts, and he quickly searched for the source of the oddity...  One of his minor missionary priests, it seemed, was being called!  Now who would dare call upon one of his priests?  He examined the energies carefully.Not who, but what!  Ah well, this one had a little light in him, but not enough to be worth the trouble he so often caused.  He had, not too long ago, broken the nose of one of the high priests at his temple in Lundria, and been banished until he gained 100 converts.  So far, he had attempted none.  He would never be much use as a priest.  The boy was from the streets, and had ever been too much of an urchin and too little of an ecclesiastic.  He was a brawler, but not even fit for the War Domain.Looking over the philosophy that called the young man, Pelor found it not at odds with his own ends, and decided to let the boy follow his own path.  He would allow Finn what blessings he had already learned, while freeing him to find his own path.</blockquote>

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