The Four Lands - Divine Avengers

The Cathederal

Filtering around the room the party engages in their various endeavors when a form takes shape just bewteen two tapestires. The figure is of a middleaged man dressed in antique plate. His surcoat and cloak are white trimmed in silver and gold. The figure walks towards the old monk and says "You have done well.......you may be at peace now?" and extends his hand towards the old monk who takes it. As their hands join white light begins to flow from the figure and surrond the old monk and when it ends, the old man is lying on the floor with a smile upon his face and very much dead. Turning to the party members he says "Who shall be the champions of the light it these dark days....."
 

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Thurien, in shock and awe with the arrival, goes to one knee.

"I shall Lord Arthur, with all my being." says Thurien, bowing his head
 


Bestor is shocked for a moment, and then steps forward. "You killed that man," he says, "And you have the gall to speak of the Light? Those who serve the Light do not slay innocents."
 

Carvyn Wray - Battle Sorcerer of Pelor

J. Alexander said:
Filtering around the room the party engages in their various endeavors when a form takes shape just bewteen two tapestires. The figure is of a middleaged man dressed in antique plate. His surcoat and cloak are white trimmed in silver and gold. The figure walks towards the old monk and says "You have done well.......you may be at peace now?" and extends his hand towards the old monk who takes it. As their hands join white light begins to flow from the figure and surrond the old monk and when it ends, the old man is lying on the floor with a smile upon his face and very much dead. Turning to the party members he says "Who shall be the champions of the light it these dark days....."

Hearing the unknown voice, Carvyn snaps his attention from the tomb to the figure. Carvyn catches himself almost stepping forward as the figure touches the monk. As the figure speaks to the party, Carvyn replies, "We will be.," staring intently at the figure as he sheathes his sword.
 

The Cathederal

Turning to face the challenging and defiant Bestor the apparition says "Do you know so little of the church that you profess to be a repersentative of" he says...."Go then by the quickest way before I punish you for your insolence that only ignorance or stupidty can excuse."

OCC: And things could get interesting for sure :)
 


Gregory Brightlaw - AC 21 HP 16 / 36 (-1 Con)

Gregory is about to respond when Bestor gives his outburst. He turns to address Bestor's question.

"Did you not hear the spirit? He said the monk may finally be at peace. I believe the spirit was keeping him alive beyond his natural span in order to find someone like us to take up the mantle of Champions again when the Light needs us. The monk said he found this place more than 50 years ago while performing his custodial duties. A brother does not become a custodian in his youth."

Gregory turns to the form of the old monk giving a blessing for the dead.

"Rest well, faithful one. You have successfully passed on your burden."

Then turning to the spirit.

"Lord Arthur, what does the Light require? I stand ready, and I believe the others do as well once the task becomes known."
 
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Carvyn Wray - Battle Sorcerer of Pelor

Carvyn steps up next to Bestor. "If are a spirit of the Light, then have patience and mercy on us. We mean no disrespect to you or to the Light. We stand ready to face the darkness; we already have. Just now we faced demons in our cathederal, the one place we never dreamed would be attacked. Demons who attacked our Prelate before the altar and then slew one of our companions. Demons who probably would have ultimately killed us if not for the faith and actions of this acolyte that we now accompany. We owe him our lives, and he has our gratitude. If we speak out rashly, it is because we are fearful yet bold. What would you have us do in the service of the Light?"
 

Redford Thornrose

Hearing new voice, Redford whirls about dropping into the combat stance with his weapon across his torso in defending posture.

Seeing the scene with old monk, look of hatred upon seeing undead flees from his eyes and he relaxes slightly.

What would you have us do, Lord Arthur?
 

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