Just outside the city of Neverwinter, the Temple of Torm resides quietly. The stone walls creating a fortress standing tall in the snow capped mountains. The glass ceiling above the courtyard brings in the light of the day, keeping it warm enough to grow plants year round despite the conditions outside these walls.
You walk through the garden as it’s on your way to the inner chapel. Where you have been requested by High Priest Malach. Entering through the heavy wooden door with a creak. You enter to see a candle light chapel with 5 silk pillows on the ground semicircles before the high priest. A half orc, wearing ceremonial robes and a platinum chest piece. His tusks worn down purposefully. Green skin contrasting his fiery orange hair, unusual for a half orc. “Gather at your spots,”. Opening in prayer before speaking to you all again “It is time for the Triad Trials, you have been selected to become the White Gauntlet of Torm. You will all succeed or you will all fail. Once through the trial you will we out and bring righteousness unto the land how you see fit through obedience to Torm. Are you ready?”
(Take the time to introduce yourself and what the others see, you’re all familiar with each other to some degree)
Playing a merry tune ,which was very Christmas like, on his violin , Misery walked through the warmth of the garden, taking in the sweet and fresh odor around. Past through the familiar halls and arches he entered the room with the half-orc briefly bowing and seating on the far left pillow. The tune turned from happy to a more of a gothic melody, with slow and sad chords and usage of thamaturgy creating choir effect. ”High Priest Malach. I am ready to answer the call and spread the will of Torm across the land”. People who will enter after him will see a slim tiefling, seeming like a half-elf if not for crimson eyes and curved black horns. He has an unkept thick beard and hair dragged back of similar crimson colour. An adornment of various furs create a thick layer over his body and a grey coat is over it. A simple violin that is skillfully handled by him usually weighs on his back, while a rapier and a small tome weigh on two sides of his belt. This tiefling is rather handsome and has a somewhat overwhelming presence about him.
A large woman passes through the garden. She is well proportioned for her massive height. She had no cosmetic muscles. She was just a tree trunk of a human. (Think the guys that do strongman competitions). Shelly seldom looks at the beautiful garden but she does take notice. Doing so slyly with a side eye as she keeps her head forward and chin up. She walks with confidence and purpose. She finds her spot at a pillow.
She prays silently along with the priest. Having lived here most her life she has memorized nearly every prayer. Her clothes are simple cloths and leathers worn tightly against her body to allow her to move more freely.
“Thank you High Priest, I’ve been ready since the day I started my training. This is my destiny. I know it.”
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Korsh walked through the garden silently talking to himself. He has been meditating since the early hours of the morning and his blue irridescent scales have soaked up a lot of heat.
Large, even for his race, he moves with fluid grace and purpose. His gold reptilian eyes scan the surrounding and he spots Shelly's large frame entering the room. A toothy smile spreads accross his maw.
As he enters the room Korsh stays silent respecting the solemnity of the moment and bows deeply to the high priest.
He feels blessed to have been given the opportunity to prove his worth despite his upbringing and his past.
You have me a bell like and sing song but clear voice speaks to him in his head and what better way to prove their worth then to redeem the likes of us. Hard truth, honestly given by Azran, as always.
Anborn enters the room. He is a tall man, with auburn hair and a short beard on his face. He's wearing a long brown coat, with chain mail under it and a shield on his back. On his side is a warhammer and around his neck is a holy symbol of Torm. "Yes, you're quite an odd bunch." He says with a smirk.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Entering last an Eladrin moves quietly to the others, his stride purposeful but full of grace too. His leathers are worn in and functional giving nothing away about his allegiance to his god, in fact there is little to note about any of his equipment, through his own intention, except for one striking item, an unusual helmet covers the upper part of his face. The bronze face plate is made to look like a bird of prey with the impression that the eyes are like goggles of some sort, a crystal lens covering one of the eye pieces, the other showing an amber-flecked brown eye behind it.
A rapier at his hip and a short bow across his back with a quiver full of arrows and daggers in sheaths on his thighs show his range of weapons.
Nodding to each of the party as he arrives he comments in a quiet but cultured voice "It would appear that we are all here, let us see what they have in store for us."
Bowing his head once more the high priest begins to recite another prayer. He begins to draw glyphs into the ground, scientifically spacing them apart. As he completes it standing back up his prayer ends in a crescendo to him clapping his hands together. A purple vortex opens before you.
“Walk in righteousness, the Trials await.
Walking through the portal, you feel a warmth cover you before a tremendous force catapulting you forward. The purple turns to red, which turns to white; blinding white. You land in another realm. White marble floor beneath your feet.A large castle of diamond and adamantine erected high, built into a mountainside. Sourceless light radiating all around illuminating as far as the eye can see.A waterfall falls behind the castle, must be 500-600 feet before disappearing from view. The warmth continues. A floating ball of light floats toward you. In a monotone but friendly voice “The trials await, follow me.”
Leading you down the path you walk through another garden under a glass greenhouse so vastly large it gives the feeling of vertigo from the size of it. Passing through leads you to a small patch of trees.Waking into it Glimpses of daylight pierce through the branches eclipsing the courtyard in shade.Stone pillars line the walls making a half circle around the area, white marble with diamond veins glow in the light.Five black stone doors stand in the along the wall sealed tight.In the center there is a statue of an Torm.One arm raised holding a sword the other stretched out towards you, palm facing up.The surrounding area filled with bushes teaming with berries.Red and plump, giving a sweet aroma to the air.
The music stopped as they finally reached the doors. Misery walked around for couple of minute, just taking in the envioroment, smelling the berries, admiring the statue. He walks near 5 walls carefully inspecting them and turning towards the party. ”My name is Misery. I suppose this is our trial, or it is beyond one of these doors. What do you think?”, he addressed no one in particular. He approached on of the bushes and plucked a handful of berries, putting two in his mouth and sitting beneath the statue.
The berries hold no particular properties besides being delicious. Curiously as soon as you pluck the ones from the branches, more sprout from the same spot and take their place, ripening to the same plump size.
Sitting under the statue you find a inscription:
“Your greatest sacrifice becomes my greatest weapons.”
Korsh is stunned by what he is seeing and feeling. The warmth he feels in his prayers surrounds him here, and make it all real.
He shrugs as he goes to one of the doors.
" I am redemption and I will become more. I am justice but I want to become more. I am flawed and I will be redeemed into the light." he prays.
He looks at the others waiting for the others to go to a door.
"I am stronger in the faith." he continues.
In the back of his head a being chants and sings but it is dimmed.
For the first time in his life Korsh feels free. The wait on his shoulder is lifted and the burden of his upbringing and the decision of his fathers doesn't matter anymore; He is anxious to go forward and sure of his decisions.
"I think out God asks us for something, although I am not sure what. What would our greatest sacrifice be? I think it should be placed in his hand."Thasa muses, forefinger and thumb pressed against his chin as he works through the problem. Seemingly having made a decision he steps forward as he draws a dagger from the sheath on his right leg drawing the blade across the palm of his left hand with enough pressure to draw blood. Reaching up to the statue his squeezes allowing the blood to drop onto the outstretched palm whispering "I offer my blood as a symbol of my life, which I would gladly sacrifice in your service."
“Well, that seems as good of a guess as any”, he says as he starts playing a traditional melody with the violin, offering it as a possible offering. He then approaches the left-most door. ” Maybe it is a door for each of us”
The white light begins to bounce and seemingly dance. Vaguely excited it says “Very wise, yes an offering is needed. Something special, unique, and meaningful.”
As Thasa spills his blood into the open hand into the open hand of the statue, the blood is absorbed into the stone. Seemingly accepted the rightmost door opens up.
As Misery offers his song to the statue, the hand begins to glow. Misery’s song is cut short as the Violin disappears from his hands. The Left most door opens up.
“Well, there goes my favourite violin. Hope it’ll come back in the end. See you on the other side folks.”, he chuckles a little as he picks up a handful of berries and takes out his flute. He then looks at the view and the statue once again, carefully wandering into the door.
Anborn looks at the statue of Torm and smiles. "I'm sorry, but I don't think that I have anything else to sacrifice to you. I've already pledged my life to you and have followed you faithfully for these past 16 years."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
As Korsh offers his tome, being absorbed into the hand, the middle door opens for him.
After Anborn’s sentiment the statue remains still.
The white light flies over to Anborn “You’ve come all this way to stop now. I’m sure your dedication is appreciated, that’s how you got chosen to be here. But do you think this is the end of your journey; no more to give? Do you think the True Deity has nothing more in store for you?
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Just outside the city of Neverwinter, the Temple of Torm resides quietly. The stone walls creating a fortress standing tall in the snow capped mountains. The glass ceiling above the courtyard brings in the light of the day, keeping it warm enough to grow plants year round despite the conditions outside these walls.
You walk through the garden as it’s on your way to the inner chapel. Where you have been requested by High Priest Malach. Entering through the heavy wooden door with a creak. You enter to see a candle light chapel with 5 silk pillows on the ground semicircles before the high priest. A half orc, wearing ceremonial robes and a platinum chest piece. His tusks worn down purposefully. Green skin contrasting his fiery orange hair, unusual for a half orc. “Gather at your spots,”. Opening in prayer before speaking to you all again “It is time for the Triad Trials, you have been selected to become the White Gauntlet of Torm. You will all succeed or you will all fail. Once through the trial you will we out and bring righteousness unto the land how you see fit through obedience to Torm. Are you ready?”
(Take the time to introduce yourself and what the others see, you’re all familiar with each other to some degree)
Playing a merry tune ,which was very Christmas like, on his violin , Misery walked through the warmth of the garden, taking in the sweet and fresh odor around. Past through the familiar halls and arches he entered the room with the half-orc briefly bowing and seating on the far left pillow. The tune turned from happy to a more of a gothic melody, with slow and sad chords and usage of thamaturgy creating choir effect. ”High Priest Malach. I am ready to answer the call and spread the will of Torm across the land”. People who will enter after him will see a slim tiefling, seeming like a half-elf if not for crimson eyes and curved black horns. He has an unkept thick beard and hair dragged back of similar crimson colour. An adornment of various furs create a thick layer over his body and a grey coat is over it. A simple violin that is skillfully handled by him usually weighs on his back, while a rapier and a small tome weigh on two sides of his belt. This tiefling is rather handsome and has a somewhat overwhelming presence about him.
A large woman passes through the garden. She is well proportioned for her massive height. She had no cosmetic muscles. She was just a tree trunk of a human. (Think the guys that do strongman competitions). Shelly seldom looks at the beautiful garden but she does take notice. Doing so slyly with a side eye as she keeps her head forward and chin up. She walks with confidence and purpose. She finds her spot at a pillow.
She prays silently along with the priest. Having lived here most her life she has memorized nearly every prayer. Her clothes are simple cloths and leathers worn tightly against her body to allow her to move more freely.
“Thank you High Priest, I’ve been ready since the day I started my training. This is my destiny. I know it.”
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Korsh walked through the garden silently talking to himself. He has been meditating since the early hours of the morning and his blue irridescent scales have soaked up a lot of heat.
Large, even for his race, he moves with fluid grace and purpose. His gold reptilian eyes scan the surrounding and he spots Shelly's large frame entering the room. A toothy smile spreads accross his maw.
"Aren't we a strange lot." he mutters.
As he enters the room Korsh stays silent respecting the solemnity of the moment and bows deeply to the high priest.
He feels blessed to have been given the opportunity to prove his worth despite his upbringing and his past.
You have me a bell like and sing song but clear voice speaks to him in his head and what better way to prove their worth then to redeem the likes of us. Hard truth, honestly given by Azran, as always.
Anborn enters the room. He is a tall man, with auburn hair and a short beard on his face. He's wearing a long brown coat, with chain mail under it and a shield on his back. On his side is a warhammer and around his neck is a holy symbol of Torm. "Yes, you're quite an odd bunch." He says with a smirk.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Entering last an Eladrin moves quietly to the others, his stride purposeful but full of grace too. His leathers are worn in and functional giving nothing away about his allegiance to his god, in fact there is little to note about any of his equipment, through his own intention, except for one striking item, an unusual helmet covers the upper part of his face. The bronze face plate is made to look like a bird of prey with the impression that the eyes are like goggles of some sort, a crystal lens covering one of the eye pieces, the other showing an amber-flecked brown eye behind it.
A rapier at his hip and a short bow across his back with a quiver full of arrows and daggers in sheaths on his thighs show his range of weapons.
Nodding to each of the party as he arrives he comments in a quiet but cultured voice "It would appear that we are all here, let us see what they have in store for us."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Bowing his head once more the high priest begins to recite another prayer. He begins to draw glyphs into the ground, scientifically spacing them apart. As he completes it standing back up his prayer ends in a crescendo to him clapping his hands together. A purple vortex opens before you.
“Walk in righteousness, the Trials await.
Walking through the portal, you feel a warmth cover you before a tremendous force catapulting you forward. The purple turns to red, which turns to white; blinding white. You land in another realm. White marble floor beneath your feet. A large castle of diamond and adamantine erected high, built into a mountainside. Sourceless light radiating all around illuminating as far as the eye can see. A waterfall falls behind the castle, must be 500-600 feet before disappearing from view. The warmth continues. A floating ball of light floats toward you. In a monotone but friendly voice “The trials await, follow me.”
Leading you down the path you walk through another garden under a glass greenhouse so vastly large it gives the feeling of vertigo from the size of it. Passing through leads you to a small patch of trees. Waking into it Glimpses of daylight pierce through the branches eclipsing the courtyard in shade. Stone pillars line the walls making a half circle around the area, white marble with diamond veins glow in the light. Five black stone doors stand in the along the wall sealed tight. In the center there is a statue of an Torm. One arm raised holding a sword the other stretched out towards you, palm facing up. The surrounding area filled with bushes teaming with berries. Red and plump, giving a sweet aroma to the air.
The music stopped as they finally reached the doors. Misery walked around for couple of minute, just taking in the envioroment, smelling the berries, admiring the statue. He walks near 5 walls carefully inspecting them and turning towards the party. ”My name is Misery. I suppose this is our trial, or it is beyond one of these doors. What do you think?”, he addressed no one in particular. He approached on of the bushes and plucked a handful of berries, putting two in his mouth and sitting beneath the statue.
The berries hold no particular properties besides being delicious. Curiously as soon as you pluck the ones from the branches, more sprout from the same spot and take their place, ripening to the same plump size.
Sitting under the statue you find a inscription:
“Your greatest sacrifice becomes my greatest weapons.”
Korsh is stunned by what he is seeing and feeling. The warmth he feels in his prayers surrounds him here, and make it all real.
He shrugs as he goes to one of the doors.
" I am redemption and I will become more. I am justice but I want to become more. I am flawed and I will be redeemed into the light." he prays.
He looks at the others waiting for the others to go to a door.
"I am stronger in the faith." he continues.
In the back of his head a being chants and sings but it is dimmed.
For the first time in his life Korsh feels free. The wait on his shoulder is lifted and the burden of his upbringing and the decision of his fathers doesn't matter anymore; He is anxious to go forward and sure of his decisions.
"I think out God asks us for something, although I am not sure what. What would our greatest sacrifice be? I think it should be placed in his hand." Thasa muses, forefinger and thumb pressed against his chin as he works through the problem. Seemingly having made a decision he steps forward as he draws a dagger from the sheath on his right leg drawing the blade across the palm of his left hand with enough pressure to draw blood. Reaching up to the statue his squeezes allowing the blood to drop onto the outstretched palm whispering "I offer my blood as a symbol of my life, which I would gladly sacrifice in your service."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
“Well, that seems as good of a guess as any”, he says as he starts playing a traditional melody with the violin, offering it as a possible offering. He then approaches the left-most door. ” Maybe it is a door for each of us”
The white light begins to bounce and seemingly dance. Vaguely excited it says “Very wise, yes an offering is needed. Something special, unique, and meaningful.”
As Thasa spills his blood into the open hand into the open hand of the statue, the blood is absorbed into the stone. Seemingly accepted the rightmost door opens up.
As Misery offers his song to the statue, the hand begins to glow. Misery’s song is cut short as the Violin disappears from his hands. The Left most door opens up.
Korsh steps back from the lack door and looks at the others. The sacrifice needed sends him in a turmoil.
He moves in front of the statue. Carefully he takes the Tome he always carry near his heart and speaks to it. Tenderly.
"I m sorry." he whispers, saying his goodbyes, placing it in the statue's hands and stepping back.
He kneels in prayers before the gift. "This is not mine alone to give but with this I relinquish my freedom and my power to YOU."
When everybody has opened a door Thasa will simply walk through the right hand most door without speaking any further.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
“Well, there goes my favourite violin. Hope it’ll come back in the end. See you on the other side folks.”, he chuckles a little as he picks up a handful of berries and takes out his flute. He then looks at the view and the statue once again, carefully wandering into the door.
Korsh salutes the others and goes into a door.
Before going in he says to the others.
"Remember. It's all of us or none of us.This is greater than any of us."
Anborn looks at the statue of Torm and smiles. "I'm sorry, but I don't think that I have anything else to sacrifice to you. I've already pledged my life to you and have followed you faithfully for these past 16 years."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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As Korsh offers his tome, being absorbed into the hand, the middle door opens for him.
After Anborn’s sentiment the statue remains still.
The white light flies over to Anborn “You’ve come all this way to stop now. I’m sure your dedication is appreciated, that’s how you got chosen to be here. But do you think this is the end of your journey; no more to give? Do you think the True Deity has nothing more in store for you?