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The Risen Goddess (Updated 3.10.08)
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42—A new star, a new knowledge.
The fiendish sorcerer is true to his word, and the heroes find themselves in an ancient ceremonial hall, decorated with unrecognizable runes and symbols of a lost faith. An elaborate altar sits atop a tall riser at the back of the chamber, seeming to rise from an inky blackness—a foul mist, malign to be sure, that lives more in the mind and spirit than within the world. From the depths of the darkness, a pair of red and feral eyes blaze forth, seeming to hover at the periphery of vision, regardless of how the viewer fixes them.
A deep and terrible voice oozes out from within the darkness, forming a single word of recognition; “You.”
The raising of Palatin Eremath’s star remains a blur in the memory of those who made it so.
A terrible guardian opposed the heroes, they are sure of that much—a thing of fire and darkness and intense pain. The Champions of the Risen Goddess fought with it, with every stroke seeming to sink deeper into a repressed memory of epic violence and grand plans gone terribly, terribly wrong.
But in the end, they stood before the altar, the stone of Palatin Eremath fixed upon it, and were enveloped in a vivid blue light that stripped the pain from their flesh and the terror from their mind. A lone, still voice bubbled forth from their souls, with the resonant and welcome tones of a long-forgotten mother.
“Let this world see that I have returned. Let all mark that I am again come.”
Across the length and breadth of Faerun, lovers and sages, commoners and princes alike are given a new light to fix their eyes upon as night descends on the land. The Star of Palatin Eremath, struck from the skies by the father-god of the elves, is returned as whole as if it were never truly gone.
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Taran says nothing, but glares at the floor. After an uncomfortable silence, Taran turns toward Glim. “We go in the morning,” he says as he gets up to take his leave. “Have my things ready by dawn.”
42—A new star, a new knowledge.
The fiendish sorcerer is true to his word, and the heroes find themselves in an ancient ceremonial hall, decorated with unrecognizable runes and symbols of a lost faith. An elaborate altar sits atop a tall riser at the back of the chamber, seeming to rise from an inky blackness—a foul mist, malign to be sure, that lives more in the mind and spirit than within the world. From the depths of the darkness, a pair of red and feral eyes blaze forth, seeming to hover at the periphery of vision, regardless of how the viewer fixes them.
A deep and terrible voice oozes out from within the darkness, forming a single word of recognition; “You.”
The raising of Palatin Eremath’s star remains a blur in the memory of those who made it so.
A terrible guardian opposed the heroes, they are sure of that much—a thing of fire and darkness and intense pain. The Champions of the Risen Goddess fought with it, with every stroke seeming to sink deeper into a repressed memory of epic violence and grand plans gone terribly, terribly wrong.
But in the end, they stood before the altar, the stone of Palatin Eremath fixed upon it, and were enveloped in a vivid blue light that stripped the pain from their flesh and the terror from their mind. A lone, still voice bubbled forth from their souls, with the resonant and welcome tones of a long-forgotten mother.
“Let this world see that I have returned. Let all mark that I am again come.”
Across the length and breadth of Faerun, lovers and sages, commoners and princes alike are given a new light to fix their eyes upon as night descends on the land. The Star of Palatin Eremath, struck from the skies by the father-god of the elves, is returned as whole as if it were never truly gone.
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No kidding, Incognito. (contact), you know I don't like to complain, especially when it comes to my entertainment, much prefering to sit slack-jawed and complacent, but I don't get it.
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Thanks, Falcon! I freelance, so there's nobody to pay me for this stuff (albeit unwittingly).
Incognito, Circle of Crows--
From Chapter 29—Looking Into the Face of the Goddess, the Goddess Looks Back:
The cult of Palatin Eremath has two major issues before them: First, they need to get the great relic out of Undermountain, and second, they must retrieve another artifact known as the Fallen Star of Palatin Eremath, a sapphire of unusual quality. The Fallen Star was stolen from the ancient shrine, but the cult does not believe that it has left the dungeon.
From Chapter 31—A Skull To Love, A Skull To Hate—A Skull to Trade At Freedom’s Gate:
Along with the dragon’s treasure, they discover the Fallen Star of Palatin Eremath— a gemstone so large and perfect that it must be celestial in origin. The stone radiates a blessed aura, calming and invigorating the two brothers.
From Chapter 38—Forest treasures, friends and foes:
Having made contact with a High Priest of Labelas Enorath, Elven God of the Hunt, Taran and Thelbar learn about Labelas Enorath’s disobedience. The Elven Hunter God kept Palatin Eremath’s stars hidden when they were to be destroyed, and has also kept her last temple from the eyes of mortal and God alike, in the Star Mountains, rising from the depths of the High Forest. The duo have the Star of Palatin Eremath in their possession, won from the clutches of Undermountain, and travel to Her temple, to set her stars back into the night sky, and serve notice to the world that the Risen Goddess has returned to the affairs of mortal men.
From Chapter 41--All Things Known and Unknown Bow Before Time:
Thelbar addressed the thing courteously, which seemed to please it, and after naming the goddess Palatin Eremath, the fiend nodded, and agreed that Thelbar should have access to the place he wished to go, providing no further hostilities are instigated. Thelbar took the beast for its word, and the creature gave him a description of a specific location deep within the crystalline mountain that should be specific enough to target a teleport spell.
42—A new star, a new knowledge.
The fiendish sorcerer is true to his word, and the heroes find themselves in an ancient ceremonial hall, decorated with unrecognizable runes and symbols of a lost faith. An elaborate altar sits atop a tall riser at the back of the chamber, seeming to rise from an inky blackness—a foul mist, malign to be sure, that lives more in the mind and spirit than within the world. From the depths of the darkness, a pair of red and feral eyes blaze forth, seeming to hover at the periphery of vision, regardless of how the viewer fixes them.
A deep and terrible voice oozes out from within the darkness, forming a single word of recognition; “You.”
The raising of Palatin Eremath’s star remains a blur in the memory of those who made it so.
A terrible guardian opposed the heroes, they are sure of that much—a thing of fire and darkness and intense pain. The Champions of the Risen Goddess fought with it, with every stroke seeming to sink deeper into a repressed memory of epic violence and grand plans gone terribly, terribly wrong.
But in the end, they stood before the altar, the stone of Palatin Eremath fixed upon it, and were enveloped in a vivid blue light that stripped the pain from their flesh and the terror from their mind. A lone, still voice bubbled forth from their souls, with the resonant and welcome tones of a long-forgotten mother.
“Let this world see that I have returned. Let all mark that I am again come.”
Across the length and breadth of Faerun, lovers and sages, commoners and princes alike are given a new light to fix their eyes upon as night descends on the land. The Star of Palatin Eremath, struck from the skies by the father-god of the elves, is returned as whole as if it were never truly gone.
Incognito, Circle of Crows--
From Chapter 29—Looking Into the Face of the Goddess, the Goddess Looks Back:
The cult of Palatin Eremath has two major issues before them: First, they need to get the great relic out of Undermountain, and second, they must retrieve another artifact known as the Fallen Star of Palatin Eremath, a sapphire of unusual quality. The Fallen Star was stolen from the ancient shrine, but the cult does not believe that it has left the dungeon.
From Chapter 31—A Skull To Love, A Skull To Hate—A Skull to Trade At Freedom’s Gate:
Along with the dragon’s treasure, they discover the Fallen Star of Palatin Eremath— a gemstone so large and perfect that it must be celestial in origin. The stone radiates a blessed aura, calming and invigorating the two brothers.
From Chapter 38—Forest treasures, friends and foes:
Having made contact with a High Priest of Labelas Enorath, Elven God of the Hunt, Taran and Thelbar learn about Labelas Enorath’s disobedience. The Elven Hunter God kept Palatin Eremath’s stars hidden when they were to be destroyed, and has also kept her last temple from the eyes of mortal and God alike, in the Star Mountains, rising from the depths of the High Forest. The duo have the Star of Palatin Eremath in their possession, won from the clutches of Undermountain, and travel to Her temple, to set her stars back into the night sky, and serve notice to the world that the Risen Goddess has returned to the affairs of mortal men.
From Chapter 41--All Things Known and Unknown Bow Before Time:
Thelbar addressed the thing courteously, which seemed to please it, and after naming the goddess Palatin Eremath, the fiend nodded, and agreed that Thelbar should have access to the place he wished to go, providing no further hostilities are instigated. Thelbar took the beast for its word, and the creature gave him a description of a specific location deep within the crystalline mountain that should be specific enough to target a teleport spell.
42—A new star, a new knowledge.
The fiendish sorcerer is true to his word, and the heroes find themselves in an ancient ceremonial hall, decorated with unrecognizable runes and symbols of a lost faith. An elaborate altar sits atop a tall riser at the back of the chamber, seeming to rise from an inky blackness—a foul mist, malign to be sure, that lives more in the mind and spirit than within the world. From the depths of the darkness, a pair of red and feral eyes blaze forth, seeming to hover at the periphery of vision, regardless of how the viewer fixes them.
A deep and terrible voice oozes out from within the darkness, forming a single word of recognition; “You.”
The raising of Palatin Eremath’s star remains a blur in the memory of those who made it so.
A terrible guardian opposed the heroes, they are sure of that much—a thing of fire and darkness and intense pain. The Champions of the Risen Goddess fought with it, with every stroke seeming to sink deeper into a repressed memory of epic violence and grand plans gone terribly, terribly wrong.
But in the end, they stood before the altar, the stone of Palatin Eremath fixed upon it, and were enveloped in a vivid blue light that stripped the pain from their flesh and the terror from their mind. A lone, still voice bubbled forth from their souls, with the resonant and welcome tones of a long-forgotten mother.
“Let this world see that I have returned. Let all mark that I am again come.”
Across the length and breadth of Faerun, lovers and sages, commoners and princes alike are given a new light to fix their eyes upon as night descends on the land. The Star of Palatin Eremath, struck from the skies by the father-god of the elves, is returned as whole as if it were never truly gone.
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