Ekmong will follow suit, bowing forward as Lady Arle did and waiting for her to rise before he does so. His movements are elegant, revealing that Ekmong has had some throne room etiquette training in some distant age he once belong to. The tiefling will also wait for his proper turn to speak, something that he does not normally do.
Luminary Arle addresses Barrizhein. "My Lord, these are the adventurers whom journeyed to the old chapel beyond our borders recently. They have returned with relics from the time before." She gestures for the silver container to be brought forward.
The solar seems to look at the container with some interest, as the powerful tone seems to penetrate the minds of those present again.
You may speak freely. Please, let us hear your tales so Pelor's light may uncloud any mysteries.
Ekmong clears his throat and repeats the story he told Lady Arle almost word by word. He then adds a couple of questions to the end of his tale: "Could you help me make sense of the possible time-trap I fell victim to? Separately, I would like to carry your benevolence as a symbol of my capabilities and borrow from your strength in combat, when needed. Such, was the recommendation of my new muse, Lady Arle."
Lord Barrizhein's gaze seems to lock upon Ekmong's form as he speaks. There is no change in facial expression, but the solar is probably thinking over a few things while the tiefling talks.
Step forward, planetouched. Let your heart be tested.
The words of Lord Barrizhein echo in the room despite them not being spoken.
Solar Barrizhein rises from his throne, and looks to the others in the room.
Luminary Arle speaks to the group as well. "Mighty Barrizhein wishes to test your new companion. Part of this test relies on your trust in one another. Will you aid Ekmong?"
"His will is noble. I will guard his back from whatever may come." Urtren steps foward to join Ekmong squeezing the handle of his Flail as it hangs on his belt.
The time period is given as Luminary Arle looks to the others. "Then the two will face this trial together." She confirms to the paladin, cleric, and mystic within the room. She leads them off to attend to other matters.
The pair step forward, Barrizheim looking down from his throne at them. The large celestial power steps forward, the gravity of his strength seeming to be felt like a heavy weight thrusting down on the pair.
Now, face your past.
The solar's eyes illuminate with a divine power as the world seems to melt away, Ekmong and Urten feeling nothing left of what was around them. All of a sudden the sensation stops as the pair find themselves standing in a grove at night. The woodlands are thick with lush foliage as the full silvery moon up above shines down upon the pair. Ahead they can see a pristine building, a chapel, with symbols of the five gods upon it. This scene is very familiar to Ekmong, it is the night he went into the Chapel of the Five before he apparently was frozen in place until the others found him.
"Urtren, be watchful. This is the last night I remember before entering this twisted world we now live in. The temple, the sky, the moon and stars... the only difference is that you are here this time around."
Ekmong will then pull a dagger from his belt with one hand and use the other to cast Blade Ward on himself.
Urtren secures his shield on his arm and pulls his Flail from his belt. "Whatever this test has in store will not find us flat footed. What brought you here in your beginning?"
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"I'll repay your companionship in this moment with the straight truth. I originally came here seeking a relic for no other reason apart for greed. Much has changed since then."
Ekmong will then look around attentively (perception: 20) and add: "If we don't find anything out here, perhaps we should brave inside this pristine chapel."
The pair look around as Ekmong nearly walks out into a group of five people. There is a human, a forest gnome, a mountain dwarf, an wood elf, and a lightfoot halfling. They are all dressed in monastic garb, and the human is carrying the large silver container that the party retrieved earlier. As Ekmong backpedals out of the way, none of the five figures seem to pay him any mind as they continue towards the chapel.
"I swear, even after just a day this thing is getting unbearable." The human says to her companions. "We've all carried it, we know." The dwarf grunts back in a rough tone.
They continue up towards the chapel's entrance as the halfling and gnome rush ahead to knock on the door to the entrance.
"Urtren, I don't... I don't think it matters what entrance we choose. I don't think they can see us. I was right there, right in front of them. They paid no mind at all."
Ekmong then begins remembering some more details about that night, things he was likely to forget were they not so fresh in his mind. "I've seen this before, but from a different angle."Ekmong turns to face another side of the lush vegetation: "There, a few paces back," he says pointing towards a thick bush. "I hid there for some time, watching, and then, followed them into the chapel."
Ekmong then stares at that particular portion of the landscape, wondering if he will see a shadow of himself come out. He makes no effort to stay hidden and placing his dagger back into its small scabbard. "Urtren, keep an eye on the chapel's entrance. Tell me if a handful of acolytes will come out to welcome the container's bearers. One of them should be a female half-orc with a gruesome broken tusk, if I remember correctly."
Ekmong goes to the bushes and finds himself looking at a perfect duplicate. The tiefling is wearing the same garb, has the same face and horns; it is him. This version of him is silently watching from the underbrush as the five figures make their way into the temple.
Seeing Ekmong standing in the opening, Urtren cautiously stands up uncomfortable to expose himself. He moves to have a clear view of the Chapel entrance waiting for the Acolytes to show up.
"I've wished to be invisible at time, however I never considered it being forced. Keep yourself ready Ekmong, this is a trial of some kind and at some point the testing will begin."
To emphasize this Urtren stands in battle pose with his shield facing the watched entrance and his Flail held back ready to strike.
"It is like I am looking at a lake's surface and yet there is no water... I remember waiting here until the greeting party finished their introductions. The half-orc lady was the last to move back inside. I then made my way to one of the windows and got inside. If this does not come to pass within the next few moments, we will have our first clue that this is indeed not a truthful recounting of what occurred then. Either way, Urtren, I believe we should make our way inside. We can rely on my memory to get an account of what this shade of my past will go through, but perhaps this is our chance to watch these developments from a different perspective. Should we go through the main door and hope they indeed cannot see us?"
Then, heeding to Urtren's suggestion, Ekmong will ready his crossbow, light.
Following Ekmong's suggestion, the pair decide to follow the five pilgrims with their artefact into the chapel. It looks pristine and perfectly cleaned, its shining white tiled floor reflecting the light from the braziers lit to the side of the room which provide a comfortable warmth to the area. The five seem to stop in the middle of the first chamber, taking a knee as they say a prayer with the silver container between them.
Hail Lord Pelor, great shepherd of men. May your light and faith guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Mighty Moradain, master of the dwarves. May your creations and wisdom guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Graceful Corellon, father of the elves. May your magic and craft guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Merciful Yondalla, mother of the halflings. May your mercy and protection guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Great Garl Glittergold, liberator of the gnomes. May your cunning and guile guide our path in this darkest hour.
The silver container seems to glow with a divine light, as the doors slam shut behind the group. From past Ekmong's perspective, he would never have seen this prayer, so it is uncertain how he can hear what is going on now.
"Lets hope we can stay unseen. We are here to learn something that happens here, these Priest are the best option. Let us see if we can partake in their ceremony and find our purpose here." Urtren follows the group and bows his head in respect to their prayers.
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Urtren kneels in the presence of the Solar while Luminary Arle is bowing.
Ekmong will follow suit, bowing forward as Lady Arle did and waiting for her to rise before he does so. His movements are elegant, revealing that Ekmong has had some throne room etiquette training in some distant age he once belong to. The tiefling will also wait for his proper turn to speak, something that he does not normally do.
Luminary Arle addresses Barrizhein. "My Lord, these are the adventurers whom journeyed to the old chapel beyond our borders recently. They have returned with relics from the time before." She gestures for the silver container to be brought forward.
The solar seems to look at the container with some interest, as the powerful tone seems to penetrate the minds of those present again.
You may speak freely. Please, let us hear your tales so Pelor's light may uncloud any mysteries.
Ekmong clears his throat and repeats the story he told Lady Arle almost word by word. He then adds a couple of questions to the end of his tale: "Could you help me make sense of the possible time-trap I fell victim to? Separately, I would like to carry your benevolence as a symbol of my capabilities and borrow from your strength in combat, when needed. Such, was the recommendation of my new muse, Lady Arle."
Lord Barrizhein's gaze seems to lock upon Ekmong's form as he speaks. There is no change in facial expression, but the solar is probably thinking over a few things while the tiefling talks.
Step forward, planetouched. Let your heart be tested.
The words of Lord Barrizhein echo in the room despite them not being spoken.
"I am ready," Ekmong says with newfound conviction and steps forward to the designated spot.
Solar Barrizhein rises from his throne, and looks to the others in the room.
Luminary Arle speaks to the group as well. "Mighty Barrizhein wishes to test your new companion. Part of this test relies on your trust in one another. Will you aid Ekmong?"
"His will is noble. I will guard his back from whatever may come." Urtren steps foward to join Ekmong squeezing the handle of his Flail as it hangs on his belt.
The time period is given as Luminary Arle looks to the others. "Then the two will face this trial together." She confirms to the paladin, cleric, and mystic within the room. She leads them off to attend to other matters.
The pair step forward, Barrizheim looking down from his throne at them. The large celestial power steps forward, the gravity of his strength seeming to be felt like a heavy weight thrusting down on the pair.
Now, face your past.
The solar's eyes illuminate with a divine power as the world seems to melt away, Ekmong and Urten feeling nothing left of what was around them. All of a sudden the sensation stops as the pair find themselves standing in a grove at night. The woodlands are thick with lush foliage as the full silvery moon up above shines down upon the pair. Ahead they can see a pristine building, a chapel, with symbols of the five gods upon it. This scene is very familiar to Ekmong, it is the night he went into the Chapel of the Five before he apparently was frozen in place until the others found him.
"Urtren, be watchful. This is the last night I remember before entering this twisted world we now live in. The temple, the sky, the moon and stars... the only difference is that you are here this time around."
Ekmong will then pull a dagger from his belt with one hand and use the other to cast Blade Ward on himself.
"Be ready!"
Urtren secures his shield on his arm and pulls his Flail from his belt. "Whatever this test has in store will not find us flat footed. What brought you here in your beginning?"
"I'll repay your companionship in this moment with the straight truth. I originally came here seeking a relic for no other reason apart for greed. Much has changed since then."
Ekmong will then look around attentively (perception: 20) and add: "If we don't find anything out here, perhaps we should brave inside this pristine chapel."
The pair look around as Ekmong nearly walks out into a group of five people. There is a human, a forest gnome, a mountain dwarf, an wood elf, and a lightfoot halfling. They are all dressed in monastic garb, and the human is carrying the large silver container that the party retrieved earlier. As Ekmong backpedals out of the way, none of the five figures seem to pay him any mind as they continue towards the chapel.
"I swear, even after just a day this thing is getting unbearable." The human says to her companions.
"We've all carried it, we know." The dwarf grunts back in a rough tone.
They continue up towards the chapel's entrance as the halfling and gnome rush ahead to knock on the door to the entrance.
Urtren lays prone, trying to minimize his exposure but continue to observe the proceedings.
"Was there a separate entrance from the front door? Or are we going to bluff our way through?"
"Urtren, I don't... I don't think it matters what entrance we choose. I don't think they can see us. I was right there, right in front of them. They paid no mind at all."
Ekmong then begins remembering some more details about that night, things he was likely to forget were they not so fresh in his mind. "I've seen this before, but from a different angle." Ekmong turns to face another side of the lush vegetation: "There, a few paces back," he says pointing towards a thick bush. "I hid there for some time, watching, and then, followed them into the chapel."
Ekmong then stares at that particular portion of the landscape, wondering if he will see a shadow of himself come out. He makes no effort to stay hidden and placing his dagger back into its small scabbard. "Urtren, keep an eye on the chapel's entrance. Tell me if a handful of acolytes will come out to welcome the container's bearers. One of them should be a female half-orc with a gruesome broken tusk, if I remember correctly."
Ekmong goes to the bushes and finds himself looking at a perfect duplicate. The tiefling is wearing the same garb, has the same face and horns; it is him. This version of him is silently watching from the underbrush as the five figures make their way into the temple.
Seeing Ekmong standing in the opening, Urtren cautiously stands up uncomfortable to expose himself. He moves to have a clear view of the Chapel entrance waiting for the Acolytes to show up.
"I've wished to be invisible at time, however I never considered it being forced. Keep yourself ready Ekmong, this is a trial of some kind and at some point the testing will begin."
To emphasize this Urtren stands in battle pose with his shield facing the watched entrance and his Flail held back ready to strike.
"It is like I am looking at a lake's surface and yet there is no water... I remember waiting here until the greeting party finished their introductions. The half-orc lady was the last to move back inside. I then made my way to one of the windows and got inside. If this does not come to pass within the next few moments, we will have our first clue that this is indeed not a truthful recounting of what occurred then. Either way, Urtren, I believe we should make our way inside. We can rely on my memory to get an account of what this shade of my past will go through, but perhaps this is our chance to watch these developments from a different perspective. Should we go through the main door and hope they indeed cannot see us?"
Then, heeding to Urtren's suggestion, Ekmong will ready his crossbow, light.
Following Ekmong's suggestion, the pair decide to follow the five pilgrims with their artefact into the chapel. It looks pristine and perfectly cleaned, its shining white tiled floor reflecting the light from the braziers lit to the side of the room which provide a comfortable warmth to the area. The five seem to stop in the middle of the first chamber, taking a knee as they say a prayer with the silver container between them.
Hail Lord Pelor, great shepherd of men. May your light and faith guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Mighty Moradain, master of the dwarves. May your creations and wisdom guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Graceful Corellon, father of the elves. May your magic and craft guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Merciful Yondalla, mother of the halflings. May your mercy and protection guide our path in this darkest hour.
Hail Great Garl Glittergold, liberator of the gnomes. May your cunning and guile guide our path in this darkest hour.
The silver container seems to glow with a divine light, as the doors slam shut behind the group. From past Ekmong's perspective, he would never have seen this prayer, so it is uncertain how he can hear what is going on now.
"Lets hope we can stay unseen. We are here to learn something that happens here, these Priest are the best option. Let us see if we can partake in their ceremony and find our purpose here." Urtren follows the group and bows his head in respect to their prayers.