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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2819721" data-attributes="member: 14148">Following the Gods“I have sent runners to the High Clerics of Tyr throughout the Silver Marches to inquire about this ‘Lost Vault,’” the flame-haired councilor reports gruffly.“I would not question your premonitions, High Cleric, but you have told us very little about your vision…” another lets the unvoiced question hang around the Council in the Longhall of Tyr.“I know as little as you, Brother Beorn,” the High Cleric Hroar Kraki answers solemnly. “That is why I call upon the Just Moot. With the wisest of the Clergy gathered, perhaps we can gain more insight into this escalating danger outside of Silverdown.”The thick-armed and bearded members of the Council sit in silence for a few moments considering the prospect of the Just Moot; the first since the founding of the Longhall of Tyr in Silverymoon. The other churches in Silverymoon would surely raise a scandal with the Lady Alustriel for allowing so many of the battle priests to meet in the middle of the peaceful city.“Braggi reports that he has found the cave of Logbrag and has found the ogre dead,” one of the older councilors with a puckered scar down the left side of his face says to break the apprehensive silence.“Your nephew and his companions have done a great service to the honor of Tyr,” Beorn comments, “but I think it is time that he return to the Longhall and continue his studies. Hrolf’s faith has been…questionable. I wonder if he follows the Just Father with all of his heart or is only after glory…?” Beorn was the newest and youngest member of the Council. If anyone’s faith was “questionable,” it was his.“You slight the High Cleric with your skeptical talk!”Hroar raises a hand to calm the torrent before thunderheads have time to build.“Tyr will Judge him.”~ Hrolf ~The cleric of Tyr rises from his stony bed in the cavern once occupied by Slazzik Balefire and his personal guards. The flickering torches along the walls provide ample light for Hrolf to see his wounds are nowhere near fully healed. In some places the makeshift bandages still glisten with the red of fresh blood.Beyond the pain, a new strength can be felt, as if the divine powers of the immortal gods were bottled and stored in Hrolf’s soul. The power of Tyr.A tingling sensation builds in Hrolf, stretching for release. Afraid the divine energy will boil him from the inside out, Hrolf covers his heart with his hands and prays. The tingling feeling seems to flow out from his hands and round on his heart.The pain is gone, and all that is left is the strength.</blockquote>

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