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Message: <blockquote data-quote="(contact)" data-source="post: 427612" data-attributes="member: 41">41--<ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Previously: 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.”</li> </ul>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.</blockquote>

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