World of Kulan DM
"Indeed," Eltan replies. "And do not worry about being overtly formal me. Lord Eltan will suffice. I am not a king."Originally Posted by Shayuri
She gave the Duke a graceful bow.
"An honor to meet you, your grace. Forgive my lack of manners earlier. There was a lot happening at once. I am Siel, and this is Thrak. Sadly, our visit to your fine city seems to have been cut somewhat short by these events. I realize I have no standing here, but whatever aid or counsel I can give I freely offer."
"This threat would seem to hang over far more than just Baldur's Gate, after all."
"And so it seems he is important in that he has knowledge that he is willing to share," the Grand Duke says. "Whether or not that knowledge is vital enough to save Toril remains to be seen."Originally Posted by Shayuri
Silhouette indicated the hobgoblin with a wave of her hand.
"It was Haspur that told me this one could be important. He implied he may even join our cause, despite being a servant of this Empire."
"Ah, you are correct, dear miss. Forgive my own hubris. As I said, it is hard not to put the empire's business first before that of others. I am sorry."Originally Posted by Shayuri
"With due respect," Silhouette said, coming closer to Tocrhor and peering down at him, "With an invasion of our world looming, you might forgive us seeing a lone outlaw as a secondary problem? If that?"
"G'axir the Seer is dead," the news shocks Eltan. "But I just saw him yesterday! If he is still in Blade and Stars, I will have his body recovered and taken to his home. He was a solitary man, but a good soul. As his friend, I don't think he'd mind if you were to handle his affairs and watch over his holdings. They aren't much, but I know he has a sanctified crypt underneath it where he wanted to be laid to rest."Originally Posted by KainG
Kethrendil lowered his eyes. "His name is... was G'axir the Seer. He... passed away recently. Like Haspur, he also received portents of the future. He warned me of the coming danger today, but I fear the strain of this particular vision was too much for him. Time permitting, I plan on returning to the Blade and Stars Inn where he currently lies, and take care of his earthly remains."
"Chosen? Haspur! I can't imagine that to be true. And where is he?"Originally Posted by tekknowkub
In response to Eltan, "He will meet us in front of Gond's temple.. he is not as mad as you all perceive him to be. He was 'Chosen' by the late goddess of magic, Mystra..."
There is a slight pause, "Is 'Chosen' perhaps a position or title... it sounded as though there was an emphasis on that word during his conversation with... himself."
"I am here, Lord Eltan," Haspur steps into the temple. His voice carries unnaturally through the temple even though he only spoke in a whisper. The man's bearing has changed since the last time he was seen near the inner gate. He appears much older and his hair has gone stark white.
"Tempus, it is true," Eltan gasps.
"Aye, Eltan," Haspur replies. "Mystra came to me years ago and graced me with her power but my madness kept me from accepting her gift. Now, with her death, more of her essence has come to me, as it has to all her Chosen." Haspur walks through the center of the temple and many of those that once belittled him now look upon him with wonder. "Moments before her death, she funneled a part of her immortal soul into the Chosen of Mystra to help safeguard the power of the Weave. Elminster of Shadowdale received the bulk of this blessing, as she was closest to him when the Divine Sphere of the Dragon Empire entered the sphere boundary of our great star, Amaunator.
"That Divine Sphere of an Imperial starship ripped her and the Weave asunder, which has severed Toril's arcanists from the world's most powerful arcane traditions. The Weave was destroyed, in part, but not completely. Parts of it exist where magic is strongest and where the Chosen walk."
"Mystra told you this?"
"No, she died for me, in silence," Haspur bows his head solemnly. "I was told by another god who favors me."
"He wasn't destroyed," Eltan says. "What of Tempus?"
"Your god still lives, Eltan. As does Gond and many of the other gods but not all."
"What of Tymora?" "Where is Umberlee?" "Is Waukeen gone again too?" The citizens gathered in the temple bombard Haspur with dozens of questions. What would have overwhelmed him before is now rebuked with a flash of power.
The temple itself seems to tremble in fear.
"I cannot see everything that has happened. I only know what Lord Kelemvor told me. I know that Tymora and Umberlee still live but neither of them are godly anymore. There powers were stripped from them by the Betrayer."
"What?" "Who?" The crowd mumurs.
The temple is stunned into silence.
"Why would he do this to the world!" Eltan shouts in anger.
"He is one of them," Haspur says plainly. "He is an Aspect of the Twelve. An ancient god of the Dragon Empire. He promised the Aspect of the starship Centurian that he would strip the gods of Faerûn of their highest powers in exchange for being allowed to return to the Imperial divine realm through the Divine Sphere. In doing so, nearly a dozen gods and goddesses were made mortal. Another twenty or so managed to remain divine in one form or another. All the other deities of Faerûn have perished. T-turned t-to d-dust."
Haspur begins to tremble and the light surrounding him burns brightly. He is encased in spellfire and another voice, a darker voice speaks in the temple of Gond.
"I am Lord Kelemvor. Like you, I was once mortal. Do not give into despair, citizens of Baldur's Gate! The gods of Faerûn are still with you even diminshed by Ao the Betrayer! Yes, there have been deaths amongst the gods, but the strongest of us remain and will help protect this world from the invaders! Listen to the offworlders who have come to warn you of the dangers of the Dragon Empire."
The voice grows silent and Haspur falls to the floor unconscious.