Re: The gathering of the storm
"Not my department," the clerk quickly informs Brindle and Leisha, drumming his fingers and sighing meaningfully as he waits for Tesseryn to don his armour. The servants bustle, as servants do.
Once all are gathered, he opens his book, leafing through a few pages till he finds the one wants and launches into his speech.
"I have been sent by your respective um, wise and let's say mostly benevolent deities," an outright lie in some cases, "to inform you of the <cough> singular honour they have bestowed on you ..." he falters.
The clerk sighs and closes his book. "Look, there's this village ... some call it Mistra's Fist, others call it Mitra's Curse. I call it an absolutely disaster. Untold ages ago, a young man by the name of Mitra established a sanctuary there, and went on to launch a holy crusade against the worshippers of a lowly snake-demon called Set. Mitra succeeded in destroying the demon's mortal form, but died so doing."
"Years later, pilgrims to the sanctuary found healing there, and a temple to Mitra, was established. Years passed and a tall ornate white tower was raised on the site of that first temple.
A millenium later, Set - no longer a demon but a fully fledged god himself, saw fit to attack the birthplace of the religion that opposed his, and raised his own mighty tower of black stone, crushing half the village in the process. Desperate battle ensued, and in the process, the mountains themselves were shattered, burying the towers of both Light and Darkness.
For a time all was quiet, both temples believed to be destroyed ... but now they stir again, and that conflict threatens to consume not only the village that now lies atop the ruins of the old, but all the lands around, perhaps the world itself."
"Your task, gods help you, is to get in there and ... sort it out." The clerk seems to pick his words carefully, running what he'd said back over in his head, nodding with satisfaction before continuing, his voice picking up a most formal cadence. "And thus you are bound, by the will and the word of your gods who do lay a duty upon thee, that thou strive with those of like destiny to fulfil this Quest, taking care that in thy zeal thou harmest no innocent."
There is a prickle that starts somewhere behind your eyes and finishes between your shoulderblades as these words bind you. The clerk lets out a deep breath, relaxing somewhat.
"Any questions ?"