[sblock=ooc] An update and level up for everyone is a good idea. After the library this is basically ended. So it will be good for everyone to take a few days, update etc, and that shud gimme time to finally fix up my next adventure to please ye olde judges.
Also just an observation but since everyone else got an item, how do you all feel about letting Vixo have the gold? It's up to all of you obviously, but as it stands I think everyone else got an item yes?[/sblock]
As the aide leads you into the library you are once again struck by the overwhelming size of the temple compared to it's outward appearances. The library seems to stretch off into unseen depths, glowing orbs spaced sporadic lend it a very cloistered feel.
All of you szit here pleaze. I vill be back with ze texts.
The small halfling bustles off, and you can hear wheels squeaking in the distance as he ascends various shelves. Finally he returns with 2 books. One is a large, many times amended volume nearly as broad as the small halfling, the other is a smaller volume bound with the finest leathers and stamped with Lauto's emblem rendered in gold leaf.
Dropping the massive tome with an ominous thud he flips through it feverishly, and as the pages turn you all catch what appears to be a ledger, kept in various hands as the book progresses.
Zis is the account of ze churches vealth. Here he points to the page he has opened. Is ze inventory of ze high hands tomb ven it vas last opened. Ze artifactz you have... Appropriated vill be listed here and referenced to zis tome which recounts the history of zose buried within. Leave ze book on ze table when you are finished.
Without another word he turns and marches off ignoring any calls or questions. As you look at the books it takes you a few moments but you find all your items listed under one entry; The Five Fingers of Death.
As you turn to the referenced page, there is a full page illustration of the 5. They are all standing in a semicircle before Lauto's altar, and the death gods symbol glows in the air above his altar. As you look at the picture you can each easily pick out your items. The Fullblade is held by the central figure, a massive shifter clothed little other then stitched animal hide, blade hanging from his shoulders and sweeping his feet. To his left stands a tall human dressed in the ornate suit of plate, a shield bearing Lauto's symbol strapped to his arm. On the shifters right a diminuitive gnome in chain links is pointing his gloved hands deftly behind his back and you can see a glimmer of magic drifting from the fingertip. On the outside edges are a lanky githzerai wearing a circlet, several stones orbiting his head, and a lithe elven woman with a rune covered bow and filigreed bracers.
Below is a recounting of their history. It seems these heroes were a group of mercenaries who eventual came to be employed by the church as instruments of Lauto's justice. For years they adventured in Lauto's name, collecting bounties, and metting out divine vengance when payment was refused. The text itself goes on for many pages, but what you do manage to find near the beginning are descriptions of the heroes and their symbolic items.
[sblock=ooc] Finally off work, eaten and cleaned. Sat down to write and chill a bit.[/sblock]
The Fullblade is known simply as Biter. The text says the during combat blades would spring from the pommel and drain the wielders blood, funneling it into the fuller of the blade and mystically amplifying the next strike with the very life of the wielder. The pain inflicted by this power is said to be excruciating, and numerous times throughout it's bloody history a wielder fell victim to his own hubris, struck down after the blades power weakened him. The blade passed unto the fingers during one of their first missions for the temple. Before that it traces a bloody history back through the hands of murderers and warlords, but the earliest record is during a great uprising of orcish tribes. The tribes grew powerful under the leadership of a brutal chief who wielded a sword of unknown origin. His might and the furor he inspired in his people nearly swept Daunton away.
[sblock=ooc]Creative juices drained for the evening. Installment 2 tomorrow
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