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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2484232" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 11: The Abbey of Sin concluded.Fitz sighed.&nbsp; A longing for his own home amongst the Weedsea was calling him.&nbsp; A home amongst the flock, other followers of Ceria, he thought.&nbsp; Yet, here he was, traveling once more to Dun Moor, a major center of the Church of Qwynna Pru.&nbsp; Qwynna Pru was, as had to be within the cosmic irony of the universe, Ceria’s adversary.&nbsp; What did I do to deserve this? The Cerian priest observed his comrades.&nbsp; All were dirty and worn from hard battles fought.&nbsp; Only Tobias and Magnus seemed to have the energy to continue.&nbsp; Even Motega looked drained and introspective.&nbsp; Meanwhile the paladin’s eyes carried that unmistakable gleam of vengeance.&nbsp; Magnus, conversely, seemed to radiate arcane energy.&nbsp; The mage was growing too quickly in power.&nbsp; If the young mage were not careful, those abilities would surely corrupt.&nbsp; Fitz was certain.Perhaps that is why you’ve sent me here, concluded the priest silently.&nbsp; Which should I watch over more carefully:&nbsp; the power-hungry mage, or the vengeance-filled warrior?&nbsp; Fitz bowed is head in quiet prayer.&nbsp; Give me the strength, Goddess of the Harvest, to fulfill your will.&nbsp; We will return for the undead, I swear it upon my own soul.&nbsp; But we needed to rest.&nbsp; Magnus and Tobias surely would have led us to our deaths in that pit of decay.&nbsp; Fitz could not be sure his prayers were even heard anymore.&nbsp; Tobias had been enigmatic about the realm of the dead.&nbsp; The paladin actually seemed afraid, although for himself or for his friends, Fitz could not discern. Tobias was probably still angry with the priest.&nbsp; Tobias, like any good paladin would, charged into the shadowy tunnels after the undead.&nbsp; This was after Magnus had foolishly, no carelessly, read the words carved above the doorway.&nbsp; The priest had only been halfway down the ladder at that point.&nbsp; If he was on the ground with the others, he may have prevented it.Such is life, though.&nbsp; Magnus read the foreign inscription.&nbsp; The door opened.&nbsp; The foul creatures attacked.&nbsp; And Tobias plunged into battle. Why does my life seem like a constant, vicious cycle? The priest sighed again.&nbsp; Only through sheer force of will or the lack of divine healing, he really wasn’t sure which, Fitz had persuaded the warrior and mage to leave the undead for another day.&nbsp; Magnus closed the door, sealing the undead within their crypts, and the Heroes had left.Now, the party was slogging through the rough, heat-blasted terrain to return to Dun Moor.&nbsp; Fitz turned his eyes to the scenery, hoping the barren landscape would erase his feeling of ill content.&nbsp; -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 2484232, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 11: The Abbey of Sin concluded.[/b] Fitz sighed. A longing for his own home amongst the Weedsea was calling him. [I]A home amongst the flock, other followers of Ceria[/I], he thought. Yet, here he was, traveling once more to Dun Moor, a major center of the Church of Qwynna Pru. Qwynna Pru was, as had to be within the cosmic irony of the universe, Ceria’s adversary. [I]What did I do to deserve this? [/I] The Cerian priest observed his comrades. All were dirty and worn from hard battles fought. Only Tobias and Magnus seemed to have the energy to continue. Even Motega looked drained and introspective. Meanwhile the paladin’s eyes carried that unmistakable gleam of vengeance. Magnus, conversely, seemed to radiate arcane energy. The mage was growing too quickly in power. If the young mage were not careful, those abilities would surely corrupt. Fitz was certain. Perhaps that is why you’ve sent me here, concluded the priest silently. [I]Which should I watch over more carefully: the power-hungry mage, or the vengeance-filled warrior?[/I] Fitz bowed is head in quiet prayer. [I]Give me the strength, Goddess of the Harvest, to fulfill your will. We will return for the undead, I swear it upon my own soul. But we needed to rest. Magnus and Tobias surely would have led us to our deaths in that pit of decay[/I]. Fitz could not be sure his prayers were even heard anymore. Tobias had been enigmatic about the realm of the dead. The paladin actually seemed afraid, although for himself or for his friends, Fitz could not discern. Tobias was probably still angry with the priest. Tobias, like any good paladin would, charged into the shadowy tunnels after the undead. This was after Magnus had foolishly, no carelessly, read the words carved above the doorway. The priest had only been halfway down the ladder at that point. If he was on the ground with the others, he may have prevented it. Such is life, though. Magnus read the foreign inscription. The door opened. The foul creatures attacked. And Tobias plunged into battle. [I]Why does my life seem like a constant, vicious cycle?[/I] The priest sighed again. Only through sheer force of will or the lack of divine healing, he really wasn’t sure which, Fitz had persuaded the warrior and mage to leave the undead for another day. Magnus closed the door, sealing the undead within their crypts, and the Heroes had left. Now, the party was slogging through the rough, heat-blasted terrain to return to Dun Moor. Fitz turned his eyes to the scenery, hoping the barren landscape would erase his feeling of ill content. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/QUOTE]

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