AndrewADnDPlayer
First Post
Interlude:
Turk moved along the nearly empty streets, passing just a farmer or two as they went about their own business in the predawn. Soon he had reached the pleasant glade just outside of the city limits he had found on his first day of reconnoitering in Oakhurst. The glade was perfect for his purposes; it was open enough that he could not be taken by surprise from any intruders without them coming into the open for a good 50 feet, but not too large that the villagers had used it for their own purposes. It was protected on all sides by trees and brush but the east side facing the sunrise had a clear view to the horizon to catch the sun in its morning glory. Turk scanned the glade quickly and seeing no danger moved to the center and faced eastward. The sky was just turning a pale orange and the sun would be cresting the horizon any minute.
Turk stood, happy in the after glow from the previous evening with Kierwin, but also from the impending connection with Pelor, his Sun God. As he had done each day since his rebirth just over a month ago he began to tremble at the thought of what his new life had become. He had been brought from the brink of self-destruction to the ultimate glory of a worthwhile life-bound quest. He knew he was not capable of achieving Goodness, Righteousness, and Justice on his own, but with the power of Pelor he could do anything. So while he felt weak at the moment he knew that soon he would grow powerful with the energy emanating from Pelor upon him.
As the first edge of the sun began to appear upon the horizon Turk knelt upon the still wet grass from the morning dew with his left knee upon the ground and right foot counterbalancing him. He leaned over to put his helm upon the ground then pulled back up, back ramrod straight, kneeling, and watched the sun grow in the distance. As the sky became clearer and began to show color he could see the rays of the sun approach his position as it seemed to fly across the landscape engulfing, hill, dale, and meadow within its fiery presence. As it neared him he reached back and quickly drew his greatsword from its sheathed position upon his back and grasping it in both hands in a fighting maneuver raised it directly over his head with the blade pointing skywards. Thus Turk looked like a kneeling arrow poised with its deadly point prepared to blast itself upwards into the very heart of the sky.
Then the rays of the sun struck the meadow and Turk could feel its warmth strike his body. His armor gleamed in the morning rays, his sword glistened, and his heart was filled with fire. The warmth that he felt came from the heat being generated within his blood as it boiled from the power of the sun. This was no simple heat exchange from the ray’s light, but the laying of hands of Grace, Power, and Goodness that Pelor bestowed upon him via the light source itself. As he felt the power within him grow, his adrenaline powering his muscles, his blood arcing throughout his body; Turk felt one with Pelor and he knew that nothing could stop him as long as he was true to his course. As the overwhelming power filled him it tipped the scales and he felt as if he would burst apart; the excess power was channeled to his lungs and forced upwards through his throat and out his mouth to reinforce that that was his new mission in life “IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!!!!!”. The glade was filled with the power of his cry and it reverberated throughout the area “IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!!!!!”. As the glade filled with the sun and the day grew Turk stood, his heart pounding, his panting breath visible in the morning cold, his body shaking with the power of Pelor. Turk spun and scanned the area, wary suddenly, checking for the Evil that existed in the world that must know Turk had been chosen by Pelor to destroy it. Grinning, “If you do not come to find me, I shall seek you out and destroy you, for you cannot stand against the power of Pelor.” Finding no hordes of Orc or Goblin to crush with his newfound power Turk retrieved his helm and set out for the Boar’s Inn. More then one townsman was almost bowled over by his friendly greetings as he walked, so vociferous in his nature were they given.
Turk moved along the nearly empty streets, passing just a farmer or two as they went about their own business in the predawn. Soon he had reached the pleasant glade just outside of the city limits he had found on his first day of reconnoitering in Oakhurst. The glade was perfect for his purposes; it was open enough that he could not be taken by surprise from any intruders without them coming into the open for a good 50 feet, but not too large that the villagers had used it for their own purposes. It was protected on all sides by trees and brush but the east side facing the sunrise had a clear view to the horizon to catch the sun in its morning glory. Turk scanned the glade quickly and seeing no danger moved to the center and faced eastward. The sky was just turning a pale orange and the sun would be cresting the horizon any minute.
Turk stood, happy in the after glow from the previous evening with Kierwin, but also from the impending connection with Pelor, his Sun God. As he had done each day since his rebirth just over a month ago he began to tremble at the thought of what his new life had become. He had been brought from the brink of self-destruction to the ultimate glory of a worthwhile life-bound quest. He knew he was not capable of achieving Goodness, Righteousness, and Justice on his own, but with the power of Pelor he could do anything. So while he felt weak at the moment he knew that soon he would grow powerful with the energy emanating from Pelor upon him.
As the first edge of the sun began to appear upon the horizon Turk knelt upon the still wet grass from the morning dew with his left knee upon the ground and right foot counterbalancing him. He leaned over to put his helm upon the ground then pulled back up, back ramrod straight, kneeling, and watched the sun grow in the distance. As the sky became clearer and began to show color he could see the rays of the sun approach his position as it seemed to fly across the landscape engulfing, hill, dale, and meadow within its fiery presence. As it neared him he reached back and quickly drew his greatsword from its sheathed position upon his back and grasping it in both hands in a fighting maneuver raised it directly over his head with the blade pointing skywards. Thus Turk looked like a kneeling arrow poised with its deadly point prepared to blast itself upwards into the very heart of the sky.
Then the rays of the sun struck the meadow and Turk could feel its warmth strike his body. His armor gleamed in the morning rays, his sword glistened, and his heart was filled with fire. The warmth that he felt came from the heat being generated within his blood as it boiled from the power of the sun. This was no simple heat exchange from the ray’s light, but the laying of hands of Grace, Power, and Goodness that Pelor bestowed upon him via the light source itself. As he felt the power within him grow, his adrenaline powering his muscles, his blood arcing throughout his body; Turk felt one with Pelor and he knew that nothing could stop him as long as he was true to his course. As the overwhelming power filled him it tipped the scales and he felt as if he would burst apart; the excess power was channeled to his lungs and forced upwards through his throat and out his mouth to reinforce that that was his new mission in life “IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!!!!!”. The glade was filled with the power of his cry and it reverberated throughout the area “IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!!!!!”. As the glade filled with the sun and the day grew Turk stood, his heart pounding, his panting breath visible in the morning cold, his body shaking with the power of Pelor. Turk spun and scanned the area, wary suddenly, checking for the Evil that existed in the world that must know Turk had been chosen by Pelor to destroy it. Grinning, “If you do not come to find me, I shall seek you out and destroy you, for you cannot stand against the power of Pelor.” Finding no hordes of Orc or Goblin to crush with his newfound power Turk retrieved his helm and set out for the Boar’s Inn. More then one townsman was almost bowled over by his friendly greetings as he walked, so vociferous in his nature were they given.