Phelan clambered down the building cautiously, his wand still readied for the sign of an attack. His expression was one of wary curiosity after what had happened with the casket; that had been rather unexpected. At the man's comment about his body, he immediately stopped his descent, going on guard.

At the mention of an angel, he turned his gaze to Drex nervously. He was much out of his depth; angels and the like weren't exactly covered at the Academy.

Drex looks at the rest of the party. And for the first time really noticing the strange man and registered what he just said...

Looking from the man to the angle to the man and the looking around. "And another thing where is Midagarra, what did you do with her?" Drex said accusingly  to the man with the black eyes.

Jubei furrowed his brows, mildly irritated to say the least. His training hadn't prepared him for this either. He first looked to Drex, then quickly back into the sky where his gaze drifted around for a bit and then shook his head. "No... there were angels... but they seem to have left... or have they?", he spoke with an expression that spoke of slight confusion still. He then turned his attention back to the naked man, and after a moments hesitation offered him his waterskin. "I am afraid that we do not have a spare set of clothing... none that would fit anyway?", the kaetyma spoke and briefly looked over their group. The only one with a build similar to that of the man was Drex and so he raised a questioning brow to the Deseekay.
"We can find you some, if you would be so kind to answer our... immediate questions in return. It doesn't happen everyday that angels appear and men with strangely coloured eyes descend in blinding light."

10:56, Today: Iron Jubei rolled 17 using 1d20+9. Diplomacy roll: Convince the naked man!

    As Drex pointed it out the adventurers did notice against the clear night sky, awash with stars, that there was a radiant, winged figure descending to an area nearby.
  The naked man took a long drink from the sack, then a deep breath and seemed right on the verge of saying something when he took another long drink from the waterskin.  After which he paused again as he returned the waterskin to Jubei with a ”Thankyou.“ and furrowed his brow, looking off into the middle distance, then narrowed his eyes and blinked, closing his eyes hard for a few moments before he opened them again, blinking rapidly causing his eyes to tear up then he scratched his right ear and looked at it like seeing his hand for the first time.  He wondered at the hand for a moment, arching his eyebrows before taking a loud breath, swelling his chest before he spoke again ”I am not an angel and Midagarra was reunited with Kendal. Can I have something to wear now?  It’s awfully chilly here and I am still adapting to both this body and this plane.  I would rather not have this body become ill while I am still getting used to it.”

Utterly confused, Willa shrugs at what's going on and decides to try to make the most of a weird situation.  Scurrying over to the man she pops her helmet's visor up and, with the face of death, declares: "Hi!  Willa is!  Be friends?"
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"Willa, I don't think we should trust this man, if that is even what he is... Let alone be his friend. I think caution is the best option at this moment." Drex said to Willa as he unceremoniously throws the old clock of his in front of the newcomer. "You can have this... I need a new one anyway."

"With the niceties out of the way please tel us what the FUCK is going on? What do you mean she is with Kendal? Why is they an angle descending? And who are YOU?"

Drex tries to recall if he can remember any information he would have come across in the temples he have studied at, regarding identifying traits that would give him any indication from where, plainer, the man could have come from. he read in the


 Drex rolled 7 using 1d20+6. Religion check on naked man to figure out from what plain does he come from. Rolled a 1 >_<

- 1 clothing from Drex's inventory.
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Jubei raised his hand in a pacifying manner, motioning for Drex to lower the voice a little, before he bowed to pick the clothes up to hand them to the man. "Lets... calm ourselves a little. We are not in danger anymore, the demon and the undead have been banished. And if that angel wanted us ill, it would have done so already. So lets give him the time he needs." , the dragonblood spoke with a calm, but determined voice. There was still a lot of work ahead of them... probably.

Willa smiled apologetically at the now almost naked man and backed away.  "Willa sorry.  Be friends later, maybe?" She then turned to Iron Jubei and added, "Iron Jubei sure is safe?  Not more undead?  Where Ehuron?"
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    Shivering even with the cloak wrapped around him the man with the black eyes and red irises said ”Thankyou Jubei.” then he yawned into the cloak before continuing, ”I gather you were not aware that Midagarra and Kendal were romantically involved?  Although why she waited almost three centuries to carry out this plan I do not know.  Regardless both have been drawn through the Way the Far Gods had prepared for this moment, even as I was drawn down to reclaim this form.” there was a slight growl from the man.  ”I think I may need to ask you for another kindness in the form of a meal.” and as an aside he mentioned ”Ask the Angel if you wish to know why he is here.  I have no knowledge of his purpose here.”

  The angel seemed to be landing in front of the Old Temple.
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Heeding Jubie's advice, Drex took a deep breath to calm himself. Seeing that his questions were answered to his satisfaction, Drex felt calmer. "We can help you with food, but I think our trail rations will not satisfy your hunger. The inn will differently have something to eat with more sustenance." Drex said to the man. Thinking it impolite to ask any more question of the man until he has eaten his fill and not wanting Jubie's ire...

Looking over to the Old Temple with urgency in his eyes, Drex clears his throat. "While you are heading to the inn, I think I will go over there and find out what is going on." Drex tries to recall anything he heard about the Old Temple, like the sealing of the doors and a prophesy around the reopening.


12:55, Today: Drex rolled 22 using 1d20+6.  Religion check, remembering information on the Old Temple
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"While it is true that they are not the most... appealing food there is. I am sure that it will suffice for now. I would really like to hear what the angel has to say as well.", Jubei spoke and then rummaged through his backpack to retrieve some his rations (a whole days worth even!), which he then handed to the man. "But yes, I for one, was not aware of them being involved with each other... I actually don't even know who that Kendral is you are talking about. It would be nice to finally learn your name however.", Jubei continued and the last part might have sounded a little annoyed.

    The man said one word.  ”Amare.” before he gingerly began eating the rations Jubei gave him, still seeming to be figuring out how his mouth worked.

 Begrudgingly Drex turned his gaze back to the man who has identified himself as "Amare". Looking at the way he gulfs down the food, Judie has given him. For a split second Drex thought to wait for Jubie and the others to finish there conversation with this Amare "person" before heading to the Temple but there might not be time for that.

 We already squandered our time so much these past days, and being to cautions in our actions to such an extent that we almost let the undead abominations engulf Kaisya. This might not be the same but  I am not going to let this happen again. Drex thought to himself.
 Without a word he turns on his heels and makes his way to the Old Temple. As he does this he focuses his attention back to recalling anything he heard about the Old Temple, like the sealing of the doors and a prophesy around the reopening.

Knowledge check is made in the previous post.
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    As Drex walked towards the Old Temple he recalled that like all the other temples to the Far Gods on Ancerenth they were sealed centuries ago, before the Dreadborn War by the angels.  Though for what reason was left unexplained, only that, at some point in the future the temples would be opened again and the clergy, who had disappeared when the temples had been sealed, would supposedly return as well at that time.  Drex could not help but wonder if that time was now.
  Even though he was at least a hundred or so yards away from the temple he could see the angel’s wings poking out above buildings around it.  They were made of hundreds upon hundreds of luminous pages.


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"Then well met, Amare.", Jubei spoke and gave a nod, before he made his way to follow Drex to the temple, looking back to the others to see if they follow or stay with Amare, in particular Willa who seemed to might have wanted to stay with Amare so far.
Given the events that had transpired in the recent time, Jubei showed rather... little hesistance in approaching the rather imposing figure that the angel provided.

Willa was uncharacteristically reluctant to run off just yet.  Part of her really wanted to investigate more!  But a greater part remained concerned for the villagers.  "Where everybody going?  What about Kyssea?  What about Ehuron?  Willa not understand.  Village is safe now?  Undeads are gone?"

She looked about for more shambling corpses.

OOC
17:09, Today: Willa rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  Perception - The undead threat?
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    Willa was the first of the adventurers to really take in their surroundings beyond the immediate area mostly because nothing had seemed to stir since the event which had so dramatically revealed the night sky.  Even by the coppery half-light of the moon it was possible to see the devastation which had befallen the village.  Which did not make sense to the umbrean given that she recalled the ehuron had said no one would be harmed if they did not leave the village before the sky had cleared.
  As for any trace of the undead or the ehuron which supposedly lead them, there was only the remains of the former, nothing of the latter.  Even so the people of Kyssea were clearly the worse for wear.  What Willa saw just at the edges of the village square was tragic, scores of dead, laid low without concern for innocence.

  Drex and Jubei made their way back up the alley and cut quickly to reach the Old Temple were the angel stood, there were others there too, a small crowd of villagers poking out around corners through windows.  Curiosity mixed with fear at what this angel was doing here.  The angel stood facing the doors of the Old Temple.  The large metallic book it carried laying open upon one arm as it turned through the book’s pages.  The angel reached some specific point in the book as it stopped turning and the pages it had revealed shown as they lifted from the book and separated themselves cleanly and floated towards the large double doors of the Old Temple.  Each page set itself against the door, until the entire entranceway was covered perfectly by the glowing pages.
  ”The gap of ages is ended.” the angel spoke in a musical baritone.  ”From eternity into time you return as foretold.  Now step forward and serve the cause of the righteous and aid the broken, the lost and the fallen as you have sworn.” only silence followed the angel’s words, though Drex and Jubei could both sense something was trying to obstruct the angel’s power.  It was a sickly, oily feeling like a grease or grime trying to smoother out the divine fire that shone through them and angel.
  The angel’s wings rose and suddenly spread out, shining like the sun towards the page covered doorway.  The ring of fire behind angel’s head swelled with flame as it roared ”By Ancient Lords I pray!  Cast off the evil that lingers here!”
  A flash swept out from the angel and flew over the Old Temple, briefly illuminating a silhouette of something which seemed to vanish just as Drex and Jubei could feel that sickly feeling melt away.  The doorway to the Old Temple cracked open and the pages upon it vanished as light spilt out from within.

Jubei was visibly... taken aback by the events unfolding before him, after all it wasn't every day that divine powers were making a direct display. Even though he didn't even have a hint of a clue about what prophecy might have been meant by the angel and so he leaned a little over to Drex. "What is that angel talking about, do you happen to know?"

Drex tries to identify what the dark presence could have been, that was banished by the divine being.

Drex seems unshaken by these events and nodes in reply to Jubie's question. Stating softly. "Yes and no. I know this day will have a significant effect on our future and the hole of Ancerenth, but what I can not say for sure. The opening of the doors was foretold and it would seem that this is the day. I'll have to think about what is said because I don't remember reading an prayer of incantation like the one the angle is reciting."


01:37, Today: Drex rolled 16 using 1d20+6.  Religion check to unravel the meaning of the prayer/incantation.

01:27, Today: Drex rolled 16 using 1d20+6.  Religion check to perceive the dark presence on the spiritual plane.

    Tough not entirely familiar with the religion associated with the Far Gods Drex was aware that in the century prior to the Dreadborn War much of the clergy of the Far Gods withdrew from the world, though were they had gone the remaining priests kept to themselves.  The Isles had once been one of the great centers of the worship of the Far Gods though that worship had drastically declined by the time the Dreadborn War had occurred.  Some even went so far as to speculate that the Far Gods had abandoned or at the very least had withdrawn from Ancerenth.  There was no consensuses as to what the case was or even why it had happened.  Yet little anger or resentment had been caused by this decline only a pang of loss and regret.  Now it seemed like Drex was witnessing the return of those folk of the Far Gods.  For the realm of the Far Gods, the Immaterial Beyond was considered to be eternal a place where time was a far stranger beast then in the material universe.
  What evil the angel had prayed against was either utterly gone or beyond Drex’s senses to truly perceive.  Though Drex thought he glimpsed if only for an instant dark titans, before thrones made of gleaming white bones, off in the distance beyond the temple.  He blinked and only the night sky could be scene.  Drex thought he had caught one of the dark titan’s brilliant eyes for an instant and felt his body grow cold and numb, but as he’d blinked whatever spell it had been had been broken.
[I did not make this one private because I figured Drex would share these details anyway.]
  The temple doors opened and from the bright aperture issued a squad of silvery knights, each ten feet tall and covered in heavy plated armour.  Carrying large swords at their sides and shields.  Once the knights had stationed themselves just outside the doors, two more stood halfway between the angel and the temple as a dozen or so priests came out of the temple, some were human some were doola tywuar.  Two priests headed the group and were dressed in unique livery, Drex recognized these as the high priests of the temple, the temples of the Far Gods always had two high priests, both usually of the opposite gender.  Supposedly they were of almost alike mind and would make decisions together acting almost as one being rather than two.
  The high priests stood before the angel and seemed to be speaking to it quietly for a moment then they bowed, the angel rose and stood just before the entrance of the temple.  With more priests coming out beside it.  Joined by more knights, at least fifty people had come out of the temple by now.  The high priests seemed to be gathering the crowds to speak to them, at least one high priest was doing so, and another was walking straight towards Drex and Jubei.  A human women clearly in her twilight years, though given her gods she may be much older then she seemed, she may have been alive for centuries if not longer.  Despite her silver hair there was some copper there amongst it, and her skin was fair though rugged with age.  Her amber eyes seemed remarkably cheerful despite the surroundings.  ”Good evening, I am given to understand that the two of you were involved in our return?”

Jubei watched the procession and his expression was still a mixture of awe and confusion. It didn't entirely fade even as the priest approached them and asked their question. He stood there for a few long moments in befuddled silence before he straightened himself again and assumed a more.. proper posture before he gave a nod. "Well met. And so it would seem, yes. We banished the deamon's shadowy influence and...", he paused as he tried to find words to properly describe Midagarra's... sacrifice? "... saved the town from an undead invasion. Though it would seem that we merely played a small part in something... much bigger?"

Drex nods to confirm Jubei's statement "But a small part, yes...". He did not see it necessary to go into detail recollection of there deeds.

Willa walked sadly over to the others.  "Willa not think save much of Kyssea." Her gaze lingering on the dead villagers.  "Mr Phelan sir can help injured?" She asked hopefully, choking back tears.

    The high priestess smiled softly, ”Small you say?” the priestess looked over the buildings around them and the people.  Most were damaged or broken in some way, a few were almost ruins.  Amidst these buildings some forms stirred and others did not.  ”Humility is a fine virtue in moderation.” she turned back and looked up at the two adventurers.  ”This village would have been only a ruin without your actions.  You are heroes even if you do not think so of yourselves.”
  The clerics of the church were moving about the place, looking over the villagers, carefully tending to the wounded and the fallen.  The high priestess continued ”If you would accompany me there is much work to be done to help these people yet.  Not particularly valorous or glorious work but our first and most sacred of all tasks.” it did not need saying to Drex and Jubei that the high priestess meant tending to the dead, the dying and those still living who were injured.
[I would like to skip ahead if folks don’t mind?  There is nothing particularly noteworthy which is still to happen here for now.  So is there anything you would like to attend to for the night discuss it in the OOC board and we can continue it here or in a private thread.]

    Rest was difficult to find that night, even when given into exhaustion it was fitful at best or filled with nightmares and strange dreams.  Amare spent much of the night speaking with Willa, Phelan and Daryl about very mundane matters, mostly related to the adventurers themselves.  Phelan gave very guarded answers and despite the hearty conversation was loath to give much specifics about his own background.
  As for Amare he volunteered very little information about himself, Phelan often had to interrupt and clarify either Willa’s questions and even those Phelan asked himself he had to phrase carefully as Amare would only ever say precisely what was needed as a response.  Phelan felt more like he was talking to some machine then a person.  Though what they learned was difficult enough to comprehend but could be summarized as this; Amare was a being who had come from another plane seeking to find and secure the release of three of his kin who had become lost or imprisoned in such a way that they could only be reached from somewhere within or connected to the material universe. Amare described these kin as both Daryl and Phelan’s ancestors, he named them as Vivi, Mari and Aither.
  There was some trouble getting Amare proper clothing at first as everyone who looked into Amare’s eyes would become hysterical believe Amare to be some daemon or undead creature and requiring some convincing otherwise.  Which lead to the unnerving discovery that Amare does not bleed unless he wants to and has a capacity to heal wounds almost as fast as they are suffered.  Both concepts Amare did not find strange in the slightest.  This raised questions about Amare’s mortality to which he answered with a quizzical expression and a statement saying the fundamental assumptions within the question were at odds with reality and that everything changes form.

  The angel had shot off into the heavens, disappearing into the starry night sky not long after Jubei and Drex had started working to help provide some relief to the villagers.  Both of them returned later that morning to the inn exhausted from their work and they joined their companions in uncomfortable rest.



  The following morning the adventurers gathered to make their plans, intending to return to Galdion when they received messages via their guild badges, asking them to report on the situation as soon as they were able to.
  In the following hour the adventurers discovered that their earlier messages had not been received by the guild which caused Phelan to theorize that the clouds which they had dispelled the night before must have also been suppressing magical communication within its area of effect.
  The guild was relieved to finally have heard from them as the client, the Gravewatch had been growing increasingly impatient with lack of information on one of their inner most outposts.  The guild also asked for the adventurers to return as soon as possible so as to provide more information for the Gravewatch.
  Not long into the morning the adventurers were preparing their things to depart, and looking out the windows of the inn at the devastated village about them, the tragedy of it all could not be avoided.
  Half of the village was simply ruins now, the clock tower had been toppled and the village hall was thoroughly collapsed.  Furthermore apparently some kind of tremor had preceded the attack on the village and in the light of morning it was clear to see a large tract of land, only a few miles from the village had fallen into what looked like of sinkhole.  It did not take long to discover that this had been the site of the abandoned umbrean spawning pool.  With a few witnesses claiming that they had seen a bright light and fire licking up from the earth in that general area the night before.  Willa had frantically looked for an entrance to the passages underground but found them buried under dirt and rock.
  Corso, the leader of the village council, came to see the adventurers and asked them about what had happened during the night, as he wanted something to tell the villagers and he asked the adventurers if they would stay the night for a celebration to help raise the spirits of the village.
  There was some argument between the adventures over whether they should stay or not but ultimately they decided that they could do one more thing to help out the beleaguered village before they left.

  The celebration that the village held that night was sombre with a mixture of genuine relief remixed with forced merriment.  Too many families had been broken or completely destroyed for mood to be anything else and in the shadows of the bonfires and the corners of buildings the cries of those grieving could be seen, and heard.
  Corso made an awkward speech which a few folks in the audience made use of to get a few nervous laughs from the crowd.  Though Corso did not mind, it was clear to see that they respected the man even though he was not the most charismatic or capable speaker amongst them.  Corso praised the adventurers for their work in defeating the undead army and dispelling the darkness which had hung over Kyssea for so many days.  The crowd applauded and cheered for the adventurers even though some of them felt it was undeserved.  The high priests of the Far Gods also had a turn upon the stage and spoke more eloquently to the villagers, assuring them that the gods and their servants had returned to aid the people in these dark and desperate times.
  Thereafter a modest feast was had and far too much liquor and as the evening grew people became far more merry.  Amare had one cup of wine and collapsed not long after, sleeping through the rest of the evening.  Willa got into a fit of giggles after a sip and made funny little noises when trying to speak for the rest of the night until she fell asleep too.  Jubei naturally lasted the entire night only getting a little warm after ingesting an entire barrel of alcohol.  Phelan’s curiosity got the better of him, as narayah only start enjoying liquors at around his age, and would not remember much of the evening thereafter only hearing some embarrassing stories.  Drex disappeared at some time after the drinking started and did not make it back to the inn until the morning.

  The following morning there was some groaning, particularly from Amare who was apparently so hung over from one goblet of wine he required Phelan’s groggy attention to get out of bed.
  Willa awoke that morning with far more zest and energy than anyone should have any right to have had after the previous night, and sought out the alchemist Vito, rambling something in her own particular way about taking away the bad on in his hand.  She returned thereafter, very pleased with herself and holding a dark and foreboding length of crystal which she flourished much to Phelan’s dismay as he ducked beneath it sensing the incredible, evil that was the only way he could describe it, within it.  After putting it away she gathered her things and with a few goodbyes and thankyous the adventurers departed from the village, making their way back as they had arrived though the journey back to Galdion was pleasantly uneventful.

Completed Silence of the Gravewatch: Players gain 150 Experience Points each.

End of Part I

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