Rekindling a Flame.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: 0
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Tue 16 Jan 2007
at 05:27
The Temple of Kossuth
Flamerule 11, 1373DR
Late Morning



Ramor seemed well-prepared for a battle the other Guardians had trouble understanding.  Serol had shared nothing of his time at the temple with the other Guardians save for the fact that Kossuth had tested him and found him worthy.  Nor had Ramor, for quite valid reasons, shared his reason for seeking out their friend in Rosewood.  The true magnitude of the task that lay ahead of the Guardians was Ramor's, and Ramor's alone to bear.

Dorn guided the wagon through the congested streets though any able-bodied man on foot would surely have moved more swiftly through the throngs of people and wagons clogging the streets.  The pace was agonizingly slow but eventually they reached the side of the Ziggurat temple where a wooden stable had been erected for its use.

Ramor's obvious markings as one touched by the Firelord expedited their arrival and audience with the Eternal Flame while the name of Serol Kinspar could be heard on whispers floating down the narrow, torch-lined cooridors of the temple.  Two young and sturdy priests had been pressed into service to bear Serol's casket into a small prayer room in the lower levels of the temple where the Guardians now waited.

The air in the small room was stale and laced with the smell of hot metal and smoke.  A small altar, upon which Serol's casket now rested, was carved from the same stone as the rest temple to resemble a shallow brazier with leaping flames that supported an irregular-shaped flat platform upon which to set various religious implements.  Each breath and heartbeat seemed to echo in the cramped room.

Dorn counted two hundred and forty seven breaths before the sound of approaching footsteps echoed into the room.  Soon the Guardians were joined by two men clad in ceremonial red robes cinched at the waist by black silk sashes.  One Ramor recognized, the other he did not.  Neither seemed to defer to the other, that was not the way of those who served Kossuth, but given the Guardians' request to speak with the Eternal Flame, Ramor guessed Vilthanus' companion was indeed the ranking priest of the magnificent temple.

"We have heard much of the Guardians of Rosewood and the glory they bring to the church of Kossuth." said the presumed Eternal Flame.  "It is only those deeds that have earned this audience."

"You have our thanks for returning the body of our brother so that he might be rightly burned and released unto the Firelord." said Vilthanus in a manner that reeked of finality.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Tue 16 Jan 2007
at 18:33
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Ramor stood tall, holding the flame-carved staff in his left hand, settled on the stone floor at an angle from his feet.  He nodded to both Viltanus and the Eternal Flame for their comments.  Kossuth did not have time for wasted words, and Ramor quickly went through his mind for pieces of what he wanted to share.  "Eternal Flame, Tendril Vilthanus, our humble thanks for this audience.  I know that the work of the Firelord is never-ending, and always burning - your time here will not be wasted.  Indulge my story, my account of Burning Brazier Kinspar, and the heresy involved."

"These Guardians of Rosewood and their fallen friend have indeed accomplished much for the small village.  Though, my reasons for going there were very different than theirs.  I came to his temple seeking power for my own sake, on a quest that led me to these doors, and Brother Vilthanus.  In his charge I was sent to Rosewood for the glory of the Tyrant of Fire to examine and report the heretical actions of Serol Kinspar back to Tendril Vilthanus, that the church of Kossuth would not suffer for the actions of one such man.  Even I was surprised at what I found."  Ramor paused looking Vilthanus in the eye, and then the Eternal Flame.

"I arrived in Rosewood blinded by the beauty of a nymph, and the Firelord directed my steps to the house of the Guardians of Rosewood and Serol Kinspar.  Upon learning of my own devotion, and evidence of my purity," Ramor drew aside his vest only slightly with his right hand before continuing, "he was quick to offer the healing of our god, and promised to restore my sight.  Rising early in the morning, he set out with me to abase himself before the magnificence of Kossuth for more than an hour, spouting as selfless and earnest prayers as I have ever heard.  Kossuth was pleased to answer his requests, and by the power granted for his devotion, my sight was restored."

"As a group, we set out to exterminate a tribe of gnolls that were trespassing on a dwarven hold outside of Rosewood.  The survivors of the goblin band these Guardians had routed plotted revenge, and ambushed us on the road.  Serol again called on the power given him to protect his friends and this stranger from their deadly arrows by encasing Jealous Akadi's air in a shimmering wall of heat.  With my aid, we destroyed the remaining goblins, and exterminated a vile troll.  Pressing on, Kinspar continued to give glory to Kossuth, and thanked him at every turn for his guidance and power."

"Upon waking the next day, I saw that Serol was truly blessed of our Firelord, when three of Kossuth's very servants rose from the flame of our campfire - mephits! - and called him 'Master'.  Little did we know that our mettle would be tested as it was only hours from that moment.  Crossing into the wards beneath the mountain, we were confronted with magical doubles of ourselves, a most deadly of traps.  I fell to my own double, and was granted a vision of the Firelord's might.  As I lay, wreathed in flames, ready to surrender my life and soul to our god, Serol Kinspar appeared.  He told me that my time was not yet finished here, and that there was much work to be done still.  He passed into the flames, and I awoke with these markings," Ramor held his hands forward in display.

"Of this paragon of our faith, Brothers, therein lies no heresy, nor vain pursuit.  His time was spent telling all of the glory of our god, and his place in our lives.  Indeed, the Firelord, through the example of Serol Kinspar, has enlightened me to my own road of Suffering.  Our Tyrant of Fire has gifted me with his magnificence more than once in these passing days.  Serol's burning desire was to found a church in Rosewood, to further spread his glory and establish a center of influence, just as the Eternal Flame directed.  We know that the message of the Firelord is not easily accepted by all, especially in a town that was dedicated to Lathander for so many generations.  The ultimate show of Kinspar's effect on the people of Rosewood can be surmised in that every man, woman, and child - whether they believed as we do or not - lined the road of the hamlet as we departed in honor of our fallen friend."

"We know that the Firelord does not waste a single moment or breath or action to further his power.  Some might think that Serol's demise proves that his wick was snuffed out by the hand of his god.  But without this act, and his presence here, in this fashion, the will of the Firelord to purge his church would have been thwarted."  Ramor smiled and said, "As though Kossuth's will could ever be thwarted.  Serol's death lays an accusing finger pointed in the direction of Tendril Vilthanus, for treachery and heresy.  We know, Brothers, that our goal is to spread the word of Kossuth to all.  Vilthanus would have had me account for lies and halt the progress made by Burning Brazier Kinspar in Rosewood.  The champion of Kossuth that lies before you has not yet completed his given task, yet the groundwork is laid, the plumbline set for his return.  Even in death, Serol Kinspar serves the Firelord both here, and in the conflagration of his Courts."

"So hungry are the people of Rosewood for the might of the Firelord, that they have given Serol, and Serol only, the rights to land about the city.  What more could one ask of such a servant?"

Ramor looked to Vilthanus, and in Ignan said, "I have no need of your clearence of Egam's debt, Brother.  The Firelord has provided for me all that I ever sought, and more than I can imagine.  I will no longer be party to your personal vendetta against Serol Kinspar.  I consider my service rendered, as promised.  The onus is now on you to do your own dirty work."
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Wed 17 Jan 2007
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Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Flamerule 11, 1373DR
Late Morning



Ramor's accounting of his experience with Serol was eloquent and moving.  The Eternal Flame listened with a passive face throughout, far too jaded to betray any emotions he may have felt to a group of non-believers.  Vilthanus on the other hand was clearly eager to hear Ramor's account and hung on every word.  Ramor's eloquence, and perhaps even his message invoked a faint smile which grew as the accounting continued.  As the story continued however his face began to show signs of worry.  Those emotions were quickly consumed by the fire of Vilthanus' rage when Ramor passed judgement upon him.

"You know not of what you speak Ramor ibn Adnan!  Do not forget where you are or whose presence you are in.  I deny nothing of the fact that I dispatched you to investigate Serol's purity but you vastly misjudge my motives."  The dancing flames of the wall-mounted torches reflected in Vilthanus' eyes.  "It is clear your understanding of our shared faith is that of an infant so let me explain it as best I can to someone of such limited mental capacity."

The Eternal Flame did not dispute Vilthanus' words or attempt to silence him but he did cast a warning glance his way to dispense with the insults.  Vilthanus continued "We who have been chosen by Kossuth to ascend the terraces of his church have a duty to ensure that any who would join us are pure in their motives.  Any quick ascension is a concern and Serol's was meteoric."  The use of the word 'was' was no accident and seemed to carry an air of finality with it.  "While some are interested only in growing the faith I am dedicated to maintaining it's fidelity.  I will not have His power used by those undeserving!"  Vilthanus' voice had raised of its own accord, revelaing the depth of the priest's zealotry.

The Eternal Flame finally stepped forward and laid a hand on Vilthanus' shoulder that stopped him as suredly as Kossuth himself.  "What I have heard about Serol pleases me greatly.  The fact remains however that he has been extinguished by our god."  The last words seemed to pain even the one who spoke them.  "We will compensate you for returning his body to us and you are welcome to attend the burning ceremony that will be held tomorrow at noon."

Eternal Flame Kraakis removed a small talisman from his black silk sash and presented it to Ramor.  "Iriaebor can be an interesting place or those not familiar with its workings.  This token will mark you as having earned the favor of this church should you find yourself in need of an advocate.  Vilthanus, make sure they find their way through the temple when they wish to leave."  Kraakis bowed his head slightly to each of the Guardians as he moved toward the door.
Antoine D'Marque
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Wed 17 Jan 2007
at 14:16
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Antoine cared little for the emnity clearly demonstrated by this Vilthanus for both Serol and Ramor but as things stood and despite Ramor's moving account, their friend was destined to remain a corpse.

"Hey!" she called out after the chief cleric before realising her outburst.  "You mean that's it?  You're not going to help Serol despite all that's been said?"

Antoine was incensed at the priests' lack of action, particularly because Serol was supposed to be one of their own.  She could see the wisdom in bringing Serol back, why couldn't they?  She calmed her voice a little, suddenly aware that it was reverberating around the temple.

"What I mean is that as Serol is so devoted to his...your cause and he seeks to expand your faith in and around Rosewood, surely you can help him...bring him back?  I assume Kossuth grants you the power to be able to breathe life back into Serol's body and if so, shouldn't it be left to the will of your God whether Serol should be revived or not?  If Kossuth wishes to keep Serol for himself, then surely the spell won't work?"

Antoine stopped.  She was not an eloquent speaker like Ramor and didn't understand either the terminology or etiquette that should be used with these fickle priests, but she spoke her mind and her words came from both head and heart.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Wed 17 Jan 2007
at 15:15
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Undetered by Vilthanus' expected explosion, Ramor listened with an open mind.  "I call things as I see them, Brother Vilthanus.  You cannot fault me for what is obvious to my eyes under the, albeit legitimate, guise of your greater purpose.  We serve Kossuth in our own ways, and I make no apologies for it."  The wizard listened to the Eternal Flame's words, still encouraged, though not quite the answer he had hoped for.  He accepted the token with a bowed head in thanks.  Just as he was about to speak, Antoine spoke out of her passion and fondness for the fallen priest.

"Eternal Flame, we thank you for your kindness.  We have the means with us to raise our Brother, found in the very battle in which he fell, by what grace is afforded him by our god.  Our hopes were to petition this home of his for a more sure way to restore him to his full strength.  There are matters in Rosewood that will affect the entirety of the Heartlands, and only Serol Kinspar and the loyalty he inspires will be able to affect them.  If the attempt could be made for a true resurrection, we have come prepared with an adequate donation."  Pausing, for a moment, knowing the magnitude of the request he had just made, the wizard continued, "I would give whatever you ask."
Peter Aubary
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Wed 17 Jan 2007
at 20:57
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Peter listened to the others speak and nodded his respect to the elders of Serol’s church. The scholar craved a deeper learning of the gods so turn he would understand more of the people and the world he lived in. As Peter had done with Lathander from the Dawnbringer he had also learned of Kossuth from Serol. To Peter Kossuth was the spark of innovation but he knew it also to be deadly. He would make sure he did not gain the ire of these clerics or allow them to know what he was thinking of trying to do.

He grimaced inwardly when Ramor mentioned the Guardians had the power to raise Serol. Peter guessed it would only make it harder for the church to let them have Serol’s body back. They now had until noon tomorrow to restore him themselves. ”Purity is only gained through cleansing by fire. Serol will be honoured by the burning ceremony.” Peter stated coldly as he made plans to some how rescue the cleric despite the fact that he knew Serol would not want to be saved. It reminded him how much a mess he had made of trying to helping Antoine. He would still try though.
Dorn Rockfist
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Thu 18 Jan 2007
at 02:52
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
The dwarf gasped as he heard that the priest would not bring Serol back from the dead. He found that his feet took him forward to stand next to the casket on the alter. He laid a hand reverently on the casket and turned to the two priests.

Antoine's outburst was faster than his own, but his eyes and demeanor spoke loudly. Just as Ramor said. Dorn thought to himself. Or we can take him and take care of it ourselves. We asked nicely...now there's no reason to ask.

Dorn arched an eyebrow as Ramor explained that the group had the means to raise Serol from the dead. That was a better fate than being allowed to rot as Vilthanus planned in his mind.
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Thu 18 Jan 2007
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Re: The Temple of Kossuth
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Late Morning



Kraakis stopped at the door upon hearing the rest of what the Guardians had to say.  "You wish to have Serol resurrected?"  The rhetorical question hung in the air longer than was comfortable, for anyone.  "Is it your earnest belief that Serol would have wanted that?"  Kraakis was dead serious in his tone.

"A Burning Brazier's final consumption by the flame of Kossuth is an honorable endeavor in its own right, to be able to do so in His service is an honor above all else.  Your friend Serol will be hailed as a hero, an icon for those aspiring to the church, and revered as one who earned considerable favor from the Firelord through his sacrifices.  To deprive him of that is not a light matter.  Would you risk his wrath by speaking for him that he has unfinished business here in the mortal realm that demands his return?"
Antoine D'Marque
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Thu 18 Jan 2007
at 11:05
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Antoine's sudden outburst worked in the sense that the high-up stopped in his tracks and at least sounded as though he would consider the possibility of bringing Serol back.

"I'm...sorry for my rudeness...I...didn't mean to offend but you see, Serol had...has become such an important figure for not only us but the whole of the Rosewood area.  Ramor has already spoken of the respect the townsfolk paid him as we wheeled his body atop a wagon to bring him here, and this from a community only used to the Morninglord."

Antoine didn't exactly know where she was going with this and it was precisely why and how the word "Morninglord" was blurted out!  Not the most religious of people, Antoine surprised herself that she said it, not knowing she knew the phrase when one referred to Lathander.  She continued with her impassioned speech, hoping to sway the Kossuth holyman.

"Serol's work, both for Rosewood and for Kossuth is not yet done.  He died before his time and I know he would prefer to be finally embraced by Kossuth when his work at it's natural end.  If you cannot or will not help us, I fear that...Serol's eternal flame...will not burn as brightly as it should."  The phrases were strange yet Antoine picked up on some of the wording used by both Serol and Ramor in the past.  She understood what the words represented but as a non-cleric, could not really appreciate their meaning to followers of Kossuth.

"Please help him?" she implored.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Thu 18 Jan 2007
at 14:05
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Ramor nodded in agreement with Antoine and could see the clear intent of both Dorn and Peter written on their faces.  He nearly smiled, knowing when he had asked them to remain silent as they entered Iriaebor that it simply bottled up their words and feelings.  The display of true emotion and heartfelt sentiment toward Kinspar could not have been any more raw, any more true.  "I will suffer what wrath my Brother will unleash.  I know that he would see the flock of Rosewood cared for by his hand, and the impending danger that hovers over the village must be dealt with.  Without him and the blessings of Kossuth that have been bestowed upon him, the task will be near impossible."

Ramor's hand hurt from holding the staff too tightly for too long.  He said, "It is my earnest belief that Serol will serve our Firelord in life, in death, and everywhere inbetween and beyond.  Such is his devotion."  There was no mistake in the Calishite using the tenses that he did.  "My own road bears the marks of suffering, brought out by my time with Serol.  He has suffered the wrath of his own image, and borne destruction by his own sacred, fiery chain.  Many do not look upon flames as we do.  Many do not see their renewing power, and the life that fire brings after it destroys.  Many do not see that the most gentle of our Tyrant's aspect is perhaps his most powerful.  Serol has only ever wanted to embody what he could of the teachings of Kossuth, so that others might also walk that path.  Restoration, resurrection by the will of his god is something that Serol would accept gladly to show his devotion."

"If not, again, I will bear his wrath, and suffer what consequences come should my Brother be 'robbed' of glory in this act.  I believe earnestly, however, that he will be pleased, wherever he is - here or in the Fiery Courts - to serve Kossuth, and Kossuth only.  He understands that each waking breath is only an opportunity to share the glory of the Tyrant of Fire, not to make his own mark on history or the annals of this faith."
Peter Aubary
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Thu 18 Jan 2007
at 16:11
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
The answer to Kraakis’s question would always be yes. Peter knew that regardless of how Serol would feel he would seek to bring his friend back to life. Peter had known Serol long enough to know that the words of the Eternal Flame were true. The passion that burned in Serol’s heart would gladly join the flames on a funeral pyre.

The scholar remained silent as the others battle with words. The greatest power here was the Eternal Flame he would decide the fate of Serol for the next few hours, but maybe not for the future. Peter would attempt to stop the will of the Church of Kossuth if it came to it. He did not have the influence or power do it directly though and thought it better to plan in some method of subterfuge.
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Thu 18 Jan 2007
at 18:03
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
It was Vilthanus who spoke next.  "Those not of our faith are in no position to answer such a question for one of our brothers.  Only he who has tasted the sweetness of The Flame could answer such a question.  Eternal Flame, let us ask Serol hs wishes directly."

Kraakis thought in silence for several long moments as he considered all that he knew of Serol, all he had been told by the Guardians, and all the church's tenets.  Finally his eyes met each of those in the room, the burning determination of Ramor's gaze, the fearlessly protective eyes of Dorn, Peter's unreadable scheming look, Antoine's yearning for understanding, and Vilthanus' zealous righteousness.  "Let it be so."

Vilthanus strode to the alter where Serol lay and began to form the spell that would call his spirit to the room and compel it to speak to them.  Spirits rarely appreciated such intrusion into their afterlifes, the concerns of this world left far behind.  The stuffy hotness of the room chilled noticeably and from the flickering shadows emerged a wispy apparition.
Serol Kinspar
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Thu 18 Jan 2007
at 19:31
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Serol had found peace.  At last the man whose life had held so much pain, horror and battle rested in the plane of fire.  Serving the wishes of the Firelord had been his only desire since the hand had picked him up from the gutter in Iriaebor now he served him still.

Honored in service he was gifted by the tenants of his faith and stood at the whim of the Lord of Flames himself.  The almighty Kossuth, ruler of flame, fire and true master of the man who was once known as Kinspar.

He drifted in flames, unharmed nor hindered purity of the flame was revealed only when the husk had completly fallen away.  Yet even now he felt a tugging.  It was faint at first, not more than a tug at the flame red cloak he used to ware in life by the wind.

But the tugging grew more insistant and soon the tug was a pull and then the pull a drastic wrenching.  He struggled against the pull with all his worldly might but soon found himself once more within the mortal realm.

"I have been here before." he thought to himself in confusion.  Memories of life seemed foggy and difficult to hold onto like the smoke from the flame.  Yet he knew these people here.  He looked from one to the other, Antione, Dorn, Peter, Ramor, Vilthanus and Kraakis... these names drifted to him slowly as a tide of living memories rushed into the disembodied priest.  Then he saw another face he recognized... his own.

When he spoke his voice was not much louder than a whisper, having no vocal cords nor lungs full of air he was not sure how the sounds were produced, but they were.  Like the hissing of a flame, very much how Cinder had spoken to him.
"I am Serol Kinspar, Burining Brazier in service to the Firelord Kossuth.  Why am I once again in the land of my birth?"

This message was last edited by the player at 19:33, Thu 18 Jan 2007.

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Fri 19 Jan 2007
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Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Vilthanus arched an eyebrow and looked to the Guardians to provide the spirit its answers.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Fri 19 Jan 2007
at 03:36
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
"Rosewood is in need of its Guardian now more than ever, Brother.  You have been betrayed by Fulgar, and the threat that lies entombed in stone is due to be unleashed in the Heartlands in a matter of mere days.  I know that these matters are distant to you now, Brother.  But know this, that these loyal friends who have called to you from your place of rest have no chance of survival without you against the threat of this dragon.  You know our hearts, perhaps better than we ourselves do, and you know that we cannot leave this threat unanswered.  We would have your heart and your steel at our sides once more for the glory of Kossuth to ring across the fields of Rosewood and Iriaebor and beyond."  Ramor would not honey-coat the danger, even in front of the Eternal Flame or Vilthanus.  In Common, for the benefit of the others, he said, "They might have reasons of their own, Brother."
Dorn Rockfist
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Fri 19 Jan 2007
at 06:39
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
The dwarf didn't understand a word that transpired between Ramor and Serol. He had heard them speak it before in passing and he didn't care to know what was said. But today, this day, it bothered him.

"Aye? Me donna know what Ramor told ye. But let me tell ya why ye needs ta come back. We've a job ta do as Guardians of Rosewood. Fulgar was a lying son of an orc. He had us trapising doing real work for the people, while he schemed to release the dragon for some private purpose. Ye canna bet yer eternal soul that Fulgar isn't up to no good."

"So ye have been betrayed! And we've a problem. If ye donna come back then we'll have ta hire some other priest ta help us or we'll probably havta ask the Dawnbringer or see if Herman will come with us."


Dorn hid a smirk behind his beard as he hoped that he could bait Serol's spirit.
Peter Aubary
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Fri 19 Jan 2007
at 18:22
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Peter was foremost stunned by the show of holy magic. As Ramor and Dorn made their pleas to Serol the scholar stood silent. He was not without thought though and soon had much to speak to the apparition about.

”Serol through your actions you have led us to achieve great things but our greatest obstacle now lays before us. Rosewood needs all it’s Guardians to be together.” Peter paused and tried to controlled his ragged breath. He could barely believe that he was talking again to Serol, he prayed that it would not be for the last time. ”I have listened carefully to the wisdom that you shared with me. You have told me yourself that a man who refuses to do what is best for himself or those he claims to care for, because the action that is required is something they don't believe in; are the bystanders to atrocities as guilty by their inaction as those who supported them from like mind.  In the absence of those courageous enough to change the world, Toril would be a very dark place indeed.” The scholar paused again at the end of his plea. ”Without you it is now a dark place indeed. I’m sure you now  believe you now rest in your rightful place with Kossuth but to remain there by your own words you will be a coward and accountable for all the wrongs that befall the people of Rosewood.” The longer Peter spoke the more passionate he became and finally when he finished he was forced to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Antoine D'Marque
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Fri 19 Jan 2007
at 20:13
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Serol was back, in some form and albeit temporarily and her fellow guardians wasted no time in pleading or even goading Serol into coming back.  Antoine, who felt as though her emotion would cloud her judgement did not want to say anything for now and instead, waited for the spirit of Serol Kinspar to respond.

She did not know which way this would go.
Serol Kinspar
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Sat 20 Jan 2007
at 05:14
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Serol was silent a long moment the concerns of the living seemed far off.  All living things died.  The life of a man was simply a test to prove one's worthiness for the rest of his existance.  A test that Serol Kinspar had so far passed.  His soul had found its reward bathed in the glory of the Lord of Flames whom he loved so dearly.  The concerns of the living was simply a phase, one to be outgrown as surely as childhood.

He had cared about these people, and the people of Rosewood about whom they spoke to him.  He simply could not understand why he had been summoned.  Talk of Fulgar and dragons betrayal and danger, they each made empassioned pleas to him as he floated several feet above the body of his former self.  The husk that had been burned away to reveal the perfection of the spirit.

Yet it wasn't talk of Dragons or danger that held his attention such things were transitive.  It was Peter's recertation of his own words and the final words of Ramor's speech delivered in perfect Ignan.

"I have found peace in service." he said looking around the room to those his service and life had been strong enough to assemble here.  "I have died without regret to stand in the service of Kossuth.  Yet now I hear of need, need of light in the darkness.  To return to the mortal life on Toril to take the possition that was rightfully removed from me by a test of flame, might well cost me my god's blessing and reward.  Should I return, I will fall again there is no fire that burns hot enough it will not eventually consume all there is to burn and with it die.  There is no guarentee the second time I fall my service will be rewarded as richly."

His ghostly eyes fell upon everyone in the room finally resting upon the gaze of his own sightless corpse already atop the pyre ready to be burned in glory.

"Yet, I will serve Kossuth, in this life, the next one and forever more.  I forsake my reward for this life lived, as it pales to the reward of serving the Firelord in any way that might advance his cause.  I have found reward enough in service, my chain, my power, my life and my soul are his to command.  Should the will of the Firelord be served by my return, I will do all within my power to see His work done."


I'm sorry for Serol's apparent aloofness.  I just assumed that passing from one stage to the next would make the concerns of the former less important upon the latter.  Like a child's toy when once you couldn't be without it; at best in adult hood you look at it with fondness and nastalga.  I meant no offence to any one here as I personally love all of the characters.

This message was last edited by the player at 05:17, Sat 20 Jan 2007.

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Sun 21 Jan 2007
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Re: The Temple of Kossuth
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Late Morning



Kraakis, and even Vilthanus could not hide their pleasure when Peter eloquently recounted the principles of their faith.  If Vilthanus held any lingering doubts as to Serol's worthiness and purity they were forever burned away in that instant.

Both of the powerful priests knew and understood the enormity of the decision laid before Serol.  He was correct that the favor he had gained from Kossuth in his life would not carry over to his next should he accept another.  Just as fire itself which can within seconds transform a small hearthfire into a deadly wildfire, Kossuth is fickle.  Should Serol fail his duties and trials in his second life he would be eternally tormented by the flame just as suredly as he was set to bask in it's purity this time.

Serol made his decision however and that was to leave it in the hands of Kossuth himself.  On Toril, where Kossuth rarely meddled in the affairs of mortals that meant leaving it in Kraakis' hands, hands that had never attempted the feat the Guardians asked.  "I will need to pray on this.  It is nearly highsun, the time of my daily commune with Kossuth and I will pray on this matter then."

"To restore a man to life and leave no scars on the soul is no small matter, and not an inexpensive one either.  If Kossuth wills me to do this the funds you spoke of will be needed."  By the looks on the Guardians' faces he didn't think they knew the requirement of the gods for granting such power.  "Twentyfive thousand gold coin worth of diamonds."

Kraakis nodded for Vilthanus to follow.  "The time of prayer is upon us brother."
Dorn Rockfist
 player, 411 posts
 Dwarven Caver
 'What ye look'n at?'
Sun 21 Jan 2007
at 05:08
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
The silence in the small room was deadening.

The dwarf was at a loss of words. TwentyFive Thousand golds coin worth of Diamonds The words echoed in Dorn's mind.

Dorn's hand went to his small pouch. He had never seen that sum of gold and diamonds were even more rare. His fingers found small pebbles not coins inside a tiny burlup bag at his belt. It took him several moments to recall what Kendra told him.


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Peter Aubary
 player, 381 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Sun 21 Jan 2007
at 07:19
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Peter was overjoyed by the final decision and bade the two priests’ farewell. The enormous amount of diamonds needed to fulfil their request was viewed by the young man as yet another quest for them to complete. With the return of Serol near he could not imagine failure.

”Do we visit the half-orc Farah?”
Antoine D'Marque
 player, 474 posts
 Charismatic Rogue
Sun 21 Jan 2007
at 13:55
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
As the two senior clergy left the room, Antoine pondered on the words and more specifically, the amount of precious stones required for the casting.  "Sounds like we could do with encountering a dragon's lair to raise those funds," she muttered ironically.

The rogue, as it was known by all save Ramor, had a penchant for the odd pretty stone herself.  Antoine was confident she had enough gem and coin to contribute her share of the cost and she would be prepared to do it too.  Yet as she looked around at Dorn, Peter and Ramor, she had the feeling that their share of any treasure found was either being worn, wielded or perhaps was yet to be read.

Antoine sighed in thought of how they could raise the remainder of the money.  It was then that Peter mentioned the name of a half-orc and a small ray of hope entered Antoine's heart.  "If there is any chance this Farah can aid us, we must try," she said urgently.
Ramor ibn Adnan
 player, 183 posts
Mon 22 Jan 2007
at 17:10
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Twenty five thousand gold pieces of diamonds! Ramor was ecstatic about Serol's willingness to return from his well-deserved rest, and even more so that the Eternal Flame had given serious thought to the wizard's request and intent.  A victory! The past two days had been full of worry and pent up frustration that led to this hope of restoration.  But diamonds? How could the everwise Calishite have not foreseen that a specific component was necessary for the spell? Indeed, he was willing to part with anything, but how foolish of him to think that simple donations of gold or magic could fill in for what was needed.  Still, he wore a fixed grin on his face.  Whatever it took, he would find the diamonds inside the day, and return here with them.  Looking about the Guardian's faces, he saw in them determination and a little anxiety.  However, they had been swept up in his plan to see Serol restored, and were now eaernest believers that he would be. . . once they overcame this last, small hurdle.  "Thank you," he said to them.  "I know that this was a stretch for each of you to follow me here, and so I thank you.  I only hoped to accomplish what I know your hearts held for our friend, and thank Kossuth, it appears as though my thoughts were not folly.  We must be about our business without delay.  Let us find Farah, and be quick about it.  I will have the acolytes attend to the horses and Kendra's wagon.  We will formulate a plan as we move through the city."

With that, the wizard went and laid a hand on Serol's still-dead body.  "Soon, Brother, soon.  Rest well, for you will need it when we face our final challenge."  To the others, he said, "Let's go," whirled about and made for the doorway.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 736 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Tue 23 Jan 2007
at 16:54
Re: The Temple of Kossuth
Vilthanus and Kraakis left the room with their red robes swirling behind them.

Continued in Serol - Eternal Flameslink to a message in "3.5 DnD - Guardians of Rosewood"
and Dorn, Antoine, Peter & Ramor – Diamond Hunterslink to a message in "3.5 DnD - Guardians of Rosewood"