Post by godwin on Nov 21, 2013 22:01:18 GMT -5
10pm
Village of Hommlet
Temple of Torm
After Amora and her party returned to Hommlet with the freed captives of the Giant's Hill, the Sword of Torm finds her way into the Temples main worshipping hall. Seeing no one is here presently, Amora moves up to the alter. She pulls out a bag of coins and sits it upon the alter. She reaches back and draws her sword that was gifted to her by her father those many years ago, and kneels before alter and begins to pray aloud.
"Loyal Fury, forgive me for I have failed to save an innocent. Recently my companions and I saved a group of people from giants working for evil cultists. The giants had captured people to be food for their foul meals. When we arrived we assessed the situation of the fortifications and as we drew closer to see what weaknesses there may be, we heard a horrible scream as a man's life was taken as one of the vile giant's began to devour the defenseless soul. My first instinct was to charge the fort to attempt to save the man. However, the wisdom of my father’s tactics came to me. We needed a plan to breach the fort to have any hope of saving the remaining captives. Charging in there recklessly would have cost more lives. Our successfully executed plan enabled us to rescue the prisoners while suffering no causalities on our part.”
Silently a man appears in the entry of the chamber and listens to the young paladin’s prayer.
“Oh, Torm please take this man’s soul into your divine embrace so that he shall feel no more pain, for he has suffered greatly in the end of his life. The man’s dying screams haunt my waking thoughts since we saved the captives from their horrible fate. Though I’ve never seen the man, an image appears in my mind of the wretched naked man being dragged from the dungeon by the evil cultists toward the vile giant. The man struggles but is unable to escape. The giant reaches out and grabs the man by his arms and lifts him high into the air. With a sick grin, the giant licks his yellow teeth and bites off the man’s foot and swallows. The man’s scream rips at my soul. The giant continues to feast on the man slowly in a manner to keep him alive as long as possible before finally ending his pain. Lord Torm, there is nothing I can do to bring this man back nor do I believe he would wish to return after reaching the divine embrace. Please ask the man’s soul to forgive me for failing him and know that I vow to avenge his death by ending the threat of the forces of evil threatening the peace of these land or die trying.”
Amora finishing her prayer feels a weight lift from her heart and opens her eyes to see the bag she placed on the alter vanish from this plane.
Village of Hommlet
Temple of Torm
After Amora and her party returned to Hommlet with the freed captives of the Giant's Hill, the Sword of Torm finds her way into the Temples main worshipping hall. Seeing no one is here presently, Amora moves up to the alter. She pulls out a bag of coins and sits it upon the alter. She reaches back and draws her sword that was gifted to her by her father those many years ago, and kneels before alter and begins to pray aloud.
"Loyal Fury, forgive me for I have failed to save an innocent. Recently my companions and I saved a group of people from giants working for evil cultists. The giants had captured people to be food for their foul meals. When we arrived we assessed the situation of the fortifications and as we drew closer to see what weaknesses there may be, we heard a horrible scream as a man's life was taken as one of the vile giant's began to devour the defenseless soul. My first instinct was to charge the fort to attempt to save the man. However, the wisdom of my father’s tactics came to me. We needed a plan to breach the fort to have any hope of saving the remaining captives. Charging in there recklessly would have cost more lives. Our successfully executed plan enabled us to rescue the prisoners while suffering no causalities on our part.”
Silently a man appears in the entry of the chamber and listens to the young paladin’s prayer.
“Oh, Torm please take this man’s soul into your divine embrace so that he shall feel no more pain, for he has suffered greatly in the end of his life. The man’s dying screams haunt my waking thoughts since we saved the captives from their horrible fate. Though I’ve never seen the man, an image appears in my mind of the wretched naked man being dragged from the dungeon by the evil cultists toward the vile giant. The man struggles but is unable to escape. The giant reaches out and grabs the man by his arms and lifts him high into the air. With a sick grin, the giant licks his yellow teeth and bites off the man’s foot and swallows. The man’s scream rips at my soul. The giant continues to feast on the man slowly in a manner to keep him alive as long as possible before finally ending his pain. Lord Torm, there is nothing I can do to bring this man back nor do I believe he would wish to return after reaching the divine embrace. Please ask the man’s soul to forgive me for failing him and know that I vow to avenge his death by ending the threat of the forces of evil threatening the peace of these land or die trying.”
Amora finishing her prayer feels a weight lift from her heart and opens her eyes to see the bag she placed on the alter vanish from this plane.