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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2878521" data-attributes="member: 14148">~ Hroar ~The assembly hushes as the High Cleric Hroar Kraki steps up to the alter in the Longhall of Tyr in Silverymoon. The collective of Tyrran clerics was surprisingly small; most of the Tyrran forces in the Silver Marches were off with Father Braggi establishing a place of Law in an otherwise chaotic wilderness.The clerics gathered in the Longhall, every one a high ranking member of the clergy, elected High Cleric Kraki as the Prolocutor of the Just Moot. He was the one that had gathered them here after all, and he presided over the Longhall. There were those that fought to refuse Hroar the honor, a younger Father, with hardly the gray hair to be granted such a title, named Beorn, but his voice was drowned by the numbers against him. Hroar was the one that would initiate the Moot and select the speaker because of his new responsibility.“Tyr’s Justice serve,” he announces sagely, his prayer is repeated by the hall’s entirety. “A great force of chaos has gathered at the edge of our reality, threatening to envelope all that is just and lawful. For the past few weeks, I have gathered intelligence about the history surrounding the Silver Marches and one place in particular: Silverdown.”The collective listens attentively as the Prolocutor unfolds his studies and findings, but are most interested when Hroar mentions a powerful ogre mage from a time long passed.“In the ancient days of the world, Tsathzar Rho was an ambitious sorcerer of considerable power. He forged gates between worlds, bent demons to his will, and cultivated magical abilities the likes of which the world has not since seen. Yet, as the saying goes, power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Tsathzar Rho mastered magics of the ninth circle, enslaved the demon-generals of the murkiest Abyss, and shattered the Silver Gate of the Eighth World, yet he still desired more. While his successes grew his power, so too did they cultivate his arrogance. In time, he sought out power and magic beyond the reckoning of men, gods, and even the demons that whimpered at the mere mention of his name. He sent prayers and supplications to the Outer Gods, the Old Ones, the Lords of Infinite Emptiness, and other mighty beings that existed outside of planes. In his hubris, Tsathzar Rho believed he had the skill and cunning to bind such unspeakable horrors. Delving into texts judged ancient even in his distant epoch, he called forth the Keeper of the Gate and demanded that the Outer Ones appear before him. In doing so, he sealed his fate for all eternity.“The Outer Gods did indeed answer Tsathzar Rho’s call, but they came neither to hear his appeals nor to witness his magic. Their very nature warped and twisted the fabric of reality, causing a tremendous explosion that disintegrated Tsathzar Rho’s tower and turned the region around it into an ashen waste. The local men and elves breathed a sigh of relief and continued with their lives, thankful that the tower’s ominous presence had been expunged from the horizon.“Ages passed and soon the memory of Tsathzar Rho did too. My sleep of late has been anything but restful. I dream of realms empty and full to bursting all at once. Our reality was permanently scarred by Tsathzar’s meddling, and that scar has begun to resurface,” Hroar’s words become more strenuous and pointed as his voice crescendos. “The Lost Vault of Tsathzar Rho, holding the secrets of unspeakable and eldritch horrors, has resurfaced. Tyr has shown me what we must do to defend the Realms! To defend the Laws of our existence! Together…!” Hroar’s words strangle off and he grabs at his throat in panic. The hall begins to fill with anxious whispers, encouraging him to continue on, not seeing the danger: the small dart protruding past his finger tips in a slowly weakening grip.~ Ali’Shaun ~It is done.</blockquote>

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