| Regeneration : |
89 |
| Energetic immunity : |
68 |
| Trade sense : |
34 |
| Briskness : |
94 |
| Initiative : |
71 |
| Defence : |
337 |
| Attack : |
480 |
| Power : |
122 |
| Luck : |
53 |
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| Principle of Enthropy |
= 361 |
| Darkness Principle |
= 792 |
| Principle of Syntropy |
= 69 |
| Element Principle |
= 773 |
| Transposition Principle |
= 57 |
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Keeper of the Word of Strength, called by the Divine to test the strength of all Life
In his youth, the Sinister Minister was full of life and vitality. He looked on life as an adventure and saw good in all around him. His beliefs pushed him to give back to those around him and he followed his heart into service of the Divine. He spent many years ministering to the followers of the Divine, encouraging them when life's battles seemed overwhelming, releasing souls to the Void, welcoming new arrivals to the Fight of Life were tasks he took on willingly.
Through the years, a cloud grew over his spirit. He began to see those he ministered to as taking and not giving in return; stealing his very life from him. He struggled with his feelings, trying to regain the joy in serving that he had in his youth to no avail.
One day he woke from his bed, opened his Book of the Divine for his morning devotions but instead of reading of Joy and Light, he turned to a place that spoke of War and Death. He studied that section for three days and three nights, forgoing food and water and sleep until at last exhaustion overwhelmed him.
While he slept he dreamt the Divine came to him, surrounded him and infused his spirit with strength. Before his eyes Holy Rituals floated, but they were not the Rituals he knew from his years in service to the Divine though they bore a resembelance to the Rituals used when he released souls to the Void. The Rituals he saw were designed to send souls to the Void, not just release them there. A Voice spoke then, a Voice that been silent since the creation of the world from the Void. As It Spoke, his body and mind were racked with pain, muscles growing where they had atrophied through years of easy service, his mind being stretched to touch the spirits of creatures dark and fearsome. The Voice spoke of a time when the world was new and Life was strong. It spoke of a Weakening of Life that has happened over millenia and how Life would slowly fade away if Balance was not restored. Balance that could only be achieved through Strength; Strenth of Body, Strength of Mind, and Strength of Will. The Voice was silent for a moment that lasted an eternity and when It Spoke again, It Spoke a single Word. This Word burned into his mind, body and soul.
He awoke hours later, still exhausted, pain filling every inch of his body. He looked around the room, at the shambles that he found. It looked like a great battle had been fought in the room as he slept, furniture destroyed, holes in the walls, blood splashed on all surfaces leaving only his Book of the Divine untouched. Fearfully, he looked down at his body and was amazed at the inumerable scars criss-crossing his body that weren't there before but all seemed to have healed years ago. Underneath the scars were muscles he never knew he had, seemingly built from years of hard labour. As he wondered about the changes to his body he noticed that his Book of the Divine was changed as well. He picked it up and examined closely. At first glance it appeared that every page had been bleached clean but as he stared at one of the blank pages he realized that it was not blank but contained a portion of the Word. Unconsiously, he began to silently sound out the Word, letting the vowels roll off his tongue as it's meaning rolled through his mind. As he finished the first syllable of the Word a loud crack issued from the door as it sagged on it's hinges before exploding outwards. He stilled his tongue as he realized that the Word had great strength in all It's forms.
He picked up his Book of the Divine, a hunk of wood to act as his first weapon in a world he barely knew and walked away from the small chapel that had been his home for many years. Every day he meditates on the Word and strives to achieve It's perfection through battle. Some days he displays Strength to his enemies and on other days he learns Strength from them.
It is as the Divine wills.
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Ledah and Aamon, both holders of the snowflakes held a meeting in the archives to see the elf. Jakubhi also came along as a neutral third party to observe the meeting. When the trio arrived they found mountains of paper and could hear a muffled cry under it. Aamon, being a kind-hearted fellow, decided to try and move the papers but found there were too many even with Jakubhi joining in. After much discussion the trio decided to light the papers with a lighter Ledah carried, this would surely get rid of them and free the elf!
After piling branches on top of the letters to ensure a good burn Ledah stepped back and, with the agreement of the other two, lit the fire. Almost immediately the fire spread to engulf the entire room and Aamon started shouting to put out the fire.
Unfortunately as the fire grew the team were forced out into the study into the earlier office. The fire continued to rage but luckily Jakubhi noticed that the roof of the previous room was collapsing. With quick thinking he broke a weather spell tablet and cast it, starting a tumultuous downpour centred on the archives. While the fire was much reduced, smoke began to fill the halls and our gallant heroes retreated to outside the archives to watch their efforts.
With smoke covering most of the archive buildings and being visible from many scenes away Sunfire made his way over to the archives. He initially ran past our heroes however the smoke was too thick and he had to retreat again. A debate ensured about whether casting another rain spell would cause further problems but the group decided that the fire was still more dangerous. Once again a weather spell caused the clouds in the area to open up, dousing the archives with more water.
Once most of the smoke had cleared, the trio, joined by Sunfire, ventured into the hallway and down to the Archives study room. The heroes then discovered that in their brave journey leaving the archives they had left Mallos in the room. After checking him over and deciding he was probably ok they discussed the day’s work. They had still not found the elf, destroyed a vast quantity of letters and possibly an entire room, and flooded the archives. Ledah summarised this confidently by stating that in his view it went very well.
The team decided to return to the archives the next morning to see the damage... ... |
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