Still feeling the energies of Sulwyn's spell the warrior and the maiden left the temple of light heading for another temple this one was again placing the pair in harms way as the temple of Trithereon was located in the River Quarter. The Watch patrol manning the gate passed them on through. Their job was to keep undesirables out of the High and Garden Quarters. They were less picky about who left.

The small arena and Temple of Trithereon was built many years ago by mercenaries who fought against the rule of evil and oppressive law where ever it was found, even if it was Heironeous or Pholtus. The arena was built from the rocks that were dug from nearby quarries and mountain sides of Greyahwk.

The large archway led into a large column filled room where many of the followers and fighters gather and talk about the fights or about strategies that have been used to defeat evil and corruption. Several doors lead out of the large room the largest of which lead directly into the arena where men and woman could fight each other or summoned animals to hone their skills.

The gentle slope leading to the arena had several statues of great gladiators as well as the famous animals of Trithereon. The three larger than life stone statues had small plates written under the statue so that all would know who they were. First there was Nemoud the Hound, then came Harrus the Falcon and last Carolk the Sea Lizard. The last statue was made of black obsidian. Silver and gold were used to inlay his armor, weapons and hair with gems for his eyes. It was of course the god Trithereon holding Krelestro the shortspear of death and Harbinger of Doom. Next to the god was a sign offering classes of self protection as well as classes on reading and writing and education of Trithereon as well as other fundamental skills that all people should know.

Another door way led to the tower which house the giant golden bell. Some say it would be worth twelve thousand orbs. On Godsday the bell is rung each hour from dwan to midnight summoning those of the faith to worship.

As Deverick and Blossom enter they are met by one of the Sacred Sisters who was dressed in plate mail and carried a sword upon her back. She nodded first to Blossom and then to Decerick.

"Greetings to you both." she said with a slight nod.

 Deverick led Blossom into the Temple of Tritherion. He found himself starting to explain what the different statues where and meant. He was not one to preach his faith,but after his conversion the last year in the militia, by a Cleric that healed him,after a fight with Brigands, Dev took the faith to heart. So he was the example,there is no worse fanatic then a convert. He was very proud of his faith,and if he could make Blossom at least listen,that was fine by him.

 A Sacred Sister approached the two and offered greetings. Deverick bowed to the woman,something Blossom never saw him to before.

 " Hail,and well met, Sister. May th lighting bolt O' Trithereon illuminate yer life path. I be one o' the faithful,and I wish ta pray and offer a donation fer our Temple."

Deverick indicated Blossom.

 "This here be a friend,but nay o' th faith. Can she wait somewhere here until I be done,Sister?"  He asked in a most respectful tone.
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Again the Sister nodded to each in turn.

"Well met Brother of the Sword. One of the faith is always welcome." she said with a smile.

Then turning to Blossom "If you are a comrade-in-arms to our brother you are welcome to wait while he seeks devotions. Yet, where we shall go no unbeliever may tread."

Blossom croosed her brawny arms over her ample bosom "I follow Kord! I be Borcarsen's friend yah. I vill stay here if that is ahwright?"

The Sacred Sister smiled once more "Yes, quite alright."

Then turning to Deverick "I did not know you were a northerner too. You are big enough for certain brother Borcarsen."
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 Dev chuckled at the Sister's assumption of Barbariac heritage. " I be a big one,aye. All o' our lads in me family be on the larger size o' things. But I be born and raised er in th city. Thank ye fer letting Blossom stay wile I go pay me respects ta Trithereon."

The Sister's eyes widened as she heard Deverick state his place of birth.

"So was I Brother. Come! Let me show yo a place where you may commune with the lord of lightening then."

the Sacred Sister takes Dev's arm and leads him across the many columned room to a door.

"Inside is an arena where we of the faith hone our skills with the blade so we may better serve Trithereon and defeat tyranny wherever we may find it. There is also a statue of him there. No one is present at the mement so you may enter and pray. If you feel so moved you may leave a small offering so we may continue our good work."

 Deverick thanked the Sister,and waited until she had departed and he was alone. The area was as silent as the tomb, and Deverick only stared at the base of the statue, not daring to look up into the face of his God. He had been holding his feelings about the night they rescued Ren down deep, in a dark hidden place of his mind, for they had other things to deal with. But now, in this place of his God, and in the presence of his likeness, Deverick felt the self-imposed barriers of his mind slowly slipping away.

 He now stood in front of the statue, and slowly went to his knees with the sound of metal links in movement. He removed his helmet and coif and bowed his head in prayer.
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“Great Trithereon, I come ta ye with a troubled heart. …. I… I be vexed by feelings of sadness, regret, and shame. I nay knows what ta think on what me en me mates did. We freed a man taken by evil, so we gave em back his liberty, so that be pleasing in yer eyes. We fought an evil Priestess ta a foul god, and that be pleasing in yer eyes. We seemed ta do right, but then, why do me heart feel like a stone, Lord?”

 Deverick went on all fours now; the large man seemed racked with grief.

“Those boys… they be so bloody young. I knows they would av tried ta chop us, but still….. It was me fault they got chopped.  Me plan was ta rush inta th door and slam it afore they could do more than gape at us. But me plan failed and me mate, Blossom, she did what she did. But it be me fault, nay hers, I was in charge and it was me plan she followed."

 "Good and great Trithereon, Did I do evil trying ta do good? I do me beast ta follow me yer teachings, but I feel, I failed ye. Those boys where what they were cause o’ being born poor, nay their fault they be what they be. They nay deserved ta die that night. Forgive me my Lord. Forgive me for not being more clever. Let yer punishment fall on me alone, I be alone responsible.”

 The large man then went prostrate before the statue, the feelings of shame and grief washing over him like waves of water.  His hands reached out and touched the base of the statue then.

Dev felt a... a bolt of energy enter his hand then travel up his arm! From there it spread through out his body. The big warrior thought this must be what lighting itself felt like. There was a burning sensation and yet he could not let go. Dev then felt the something else... as if words were seared into his brain.

Fail Me NOT Again But You Have Served Me Well Also Ware The One Who Is Friend But Who Is Not Take This Gift Call Upon It When In Need

Suddenly the burning sensation was gone and he was alone in the arena once more. When he opened his eyes there was a small figure upon the ground beside him. Black like the obsidian statue of the god itself but shaped into that of a hound.

From the doorway he could hear the Sacred Sister call "Borcarsen!? Are you alright! I felt... I felt as if the god himself was here!"

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 Deverick found himself shaking,shaking so hard, he felt like he was five again,and h is father had made him approach the forge with all it's heat and flame. His Brothers told him the forge fire was a flame demon,and if he got to close it would consume him, like it consumed the coal, they used. He recalled what the voice had said to him,And he knew it had been his god.

 A hand,his hand he soon discovered had something clutched in it, He slowly opened the hand to reveal the smallfigurane of an obsedian dog, He almost dropped the figure of a dog, for it represented the fact that the voice and sensations had been all to real, He looked now to the face of the statue.

" I swear upon my life, I shall never fail you again,Lord."! He slowly back away bowing as he went, several times. He heard the sister then speak. Dev slowly turned around and looked at the Sister.

" I heard a voice, it had to be him. All praise to Trithereon!".

 Deverick all but tore off the purse off one hundred golden Orbs give to them by Ren and offered it to the Sister.
" Take this,and there is more." He said with a wild gleam in his eyes.

The Sacred Sister's mouth hung open when she heard Deverick speak.

"Him? You mean... Trithereon he spoke with you? You must truly be favored then. Can you stay. I am sure others would love to hear of this. We have felt his presence more of late as... as if something is about to happen which we must act upon. What did he say? Is there some duty we must perform?"

Blossom was standing at the door, a bare broadsword in her hand.

"Borcarsen? Haff ya seen yer wyrd then?" was all she could say.

 Deverick was overwhelmed to say the least. When the Sister asked him to stay,and what he was told, the Warrior was reluctant to repeat what was said.

" I came to pray because I had a problem that I felt I had done wrong in me service ta him. He told me nay ta fail again. He also said something bout beware a friend that na be a friend. That be it,Sister. I be sorry there be nay message o' greater meaning fer th rest."

 Deverick actually felt bad because he had nothing really to tell her that involved others far more important then he was.

 Deverick looked to Blossom. " I don't know wha a wyrd be, but I heard me god. Blossom, I be honored beyond me wildest dreams."

Blossom slowly sheathed her broad sword and nodded toward his hand.

"Did yer God give ya ah toy ta boot?"

The Sacred Sister nearly gasped as she saw the obsidian hound in Deverick's hand.

"You've been truly blessed Borcarsen. That is the hound of Trithereon! Tis a gift beyond measure!" she said with eyes wide as saucers and mouth agape.

 Deverick looked at the dog statue with a gaping expression. " He must want me ta do something ta give me such a gist. But e nay told me wha ta do."

 Deverick took the bag of one hundred orbs and handed it to the Sister. And without another words, he walked out of the temple into the street.