Kreemon walked around the edge of the disgusting pond, looking for any signs that the priest entered it. There were none. Unless Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … was an excellent leaper, he wouldn't have been able to avoid leaving footprints in the muck. Just to be sure, Kreemon stood still for a while, watching for any ripples in the water that would suggest something larger than a frog or snake hiding in there. Again, nothing. There were a few shallow caves and quickly tapering tunnels in the chamber, but nothing large enough to hide a man.
Kreemon returned to the library and tried the next passage to the left. This one led to another room that, like the others and the library above, had probably once been natural cave. The humidity was a little less here, but the remains of tables, chairs and room dividers were still teeming with insects and fungus. The room was nearly as large as the library, and much of the furniture was weak but still standing, leaving innumerable places where a person could hide. With the amount of time Kreemon had spent searching so far, Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … could have been hiding in this room or anywhere, or perhaps he had been telling the truth that he'd merely forgotten something, and was already back up the stairwell.
Kreemon didn't bother searching among the rubble for Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. Instead, he tried a passage he'd missed, between the pond and the entrance. Moving somewhat more cautiously, he avoided two trip lines this time, before stumbling over a third which had been buried in dirt. Panels opened in the walls and ceiling, releasing a pungent, bitter odor and three heavy nets. One came apart in a cloud of dust, but the other two had been better preserved. Kreemon fell to the floor, entangled by the thick strands of silk. They were slightly sticky, but whatever had been applied to them had lost its potency. Finally, a cylindrical glass vial rolled out of the hole in the ceiling and smashed on the floor, releasing a noxious yellow cloud. It burned Kreemon's eyes and he felt his mind drifting, but he managed to hold on to consciousness long enough to clumsily disentangle himself and crawl away. It was several minutes before he could think clearly again.
The tunnel looked like it continued on for some distance, and Kreemon wasn't interested in a full exploration quite yet, especially with traps like that. He turned back and continued clockwise around the library. The next passage led to an empty room with holes in the wall that were probably home to small snakes or rodents. The next was a short, straight hallway that ended in a thick, locked door, reinforced with iron. The wood had mostly rotted and been eaten through, and the iron was rusted, but the door held when Kreemon gave it one good push. It would take a more concerted effort to break it down. Kreemon shined his lamp through the holes in the wood, and saw shattered glass, and several large, mostly rectangular objects covered in dust. Perhaps they were display cases.
The next door didn't lead to a passage at all; just a small room with a heavy square of marble, four feet on a side, on top of shards of wood. The final door led to another long passage. Kreemon turned around without exploring too far, and made his way back up the stairwell, to witness the last few minutes of the interrogation.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. wanted much information, but he slowly realized that the priest knew very little. The Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons… was ancient history, a topic that was far from the priest's specialty. About mages in general, he divulged no more than any child might learn from bedtime stories. As Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. sliced ears, punctured ear drums and removed fingers, it became more and more clear that this priest was no fount of knowledge, at least not on topics that interested Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.. The barrier was a complete mystery to him, though the other priests were looking for a way to take it down – that was why there had been so many of them in the library. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. asked why the priests kept pursuing him. He answered that one quite clearly. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. was a murderer and a practitioner of evil magic, abhorrent to Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics. He had disrupted the structure of the town by manipulating townsmen, and had murdered many priests. Killing the sorcerer would guarantee that the killer become one of the Few.
About some topics, such as the Golden Priest and Balban, it seemed that no amount of torture would get anything out of him.
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Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. asked about the “Few.” They were the miniscule number of people worthy of life after death. Almost everyone else, including non-Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics without exception, were subject to the Eternal Death. Priests generally assumed they were of the Few, but it never hurt to do what they could to be sure.
The last thing Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. asked about was the Zioth. The priest said it was invented by Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, or maybe by mages, to control others through fear.
Eventually, Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. killed him for not being helpful enough. the priest looked almost thankful. It occurred to Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. then that there had been no noise at the door since the big crash.
Kreemon had been waiting. “Not sure where the priest went,” he said, “but I did some casual exploring.”
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. wiped down his dagger on the priest's robes. “Okay, time to leave. Knock some of the shelves over and toss some oil around. We are going to burn the entire library to the ground. I also want to have some ropes tied to the bookshelves by the hole, so we can pull them over and hide out escape.”
“Okay, sounds like a plan.”
“What did you find below?”
Kreemon told Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. about the traps, where he thinks the priest went, and about his explorations as he prepared the room for burning. Good thing there were so many books. He pushed bookshelves over throughout the room, leaving trails of books and wood throughout the library. He ripped books apart and used the pages as kindling. There wasn't much oil left – Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had taken care of that. Once finished, he prepared the shelves over the passage, rigging them to drop and cover the hole. Many bookshelves still remained standing. They were affixed to the ceiling, or so tightly wedged in that they wouldn't budge. This was true of the two bookshelves around the stairwell, so Kreemon had to slowly drag another one over from farther away.
Finished with the work, Kreemon said, “Ready,” and lit several small torches made out of twisted paper. He tossed them throughout the library so that the flames would start in multiple locations. When he threw one at the barricade, it instantly ignited the oil fumes that had built up during the interrogation and burst into flame, spreading so rapidly through the dry, dusty books that the flame licked at Kreemon and soon surrounded him. He burst out of the expanding fire and ran after Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. into the stairwell, where he gave the ropes a solid tug. The bookshelf Kreemon had dragged over fell onto the hole, hiding it from view.
Other than the popping noises from paper and ant colonies bursting into flame, the stairwell was quiet. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. and Kreemon held their lamps out and made their way down the stairs and into the first chamber, where Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate … had turned back. Kreemon mentioned that he hadn't looked in the side chambers, so Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. did so. Whatever had been in the two small rooms before, they'd been completely cleaned out.
They passed into the library. “Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, where are you?” Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. said, looking around at the remains of books and bookshelves, but got no response.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. suggested they gave the large room with the dividers a more thorough search. Kreemon pointed out the trip lines, and they made it without incident. They walked around the room, splintering wood under their feet and disturbing ant colonies, and lifting, pushing and kicking rotted wood, for a quarter of an hour. While the room was in better condition than the library, nothing of value had survived the rot of decades or centuries – no books, not even a pen or a nice paperweight. Sometime in the past, this had probably been an office for a dozen or so people, or maybe a private reading room for the library. Now, it was reverting to its natural state.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. asked Kreemon to grab the sturdiest piece of table he could find, and use it to batter down the large, iron-bound door. Kreemon found a bench on the south side of the room, part of which didn't shatter when he swung it against the wall. He dragged the bench back to the library, where he hoisted it onto his shoulder and thrust it into the edge of the door. Immediately, he heard hinges on the other side snap and fall to the floor. Three more thrusts, and he was pretty sure the door was unhinged. It was a good thing, too. The bench seat, once a solid piece of oak three inches thick, wouldn't have been able to take much more. Kreemon put the bench down and pulled and pushed the iron bands until the door fell towards him. Almost losing his balance, he managed to carefully lower the door to the floor without being crushed. A family of snakes inside the room scattered in all directions.
The room was not small, but was dwarfed by the library. Unlike the rest of this complex, it was not a natural cave; it had been carved out by hand, and was nearly square. The rotted remains of tapestries dangled in strands from hooks in the ceiling. In the center of the room, what might once have been a terrarium or display case was now a warped, rusted bar of iron and what had once been a fortune in transparent glass shattered on the floor. Around the edges of the room, rectangular objects stood on stands or lopsided on the floor, covered in dust, dirt and insects. One had a deep hole in it, where mice or snakes had burrowed in and built a nest.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. picked the closest stand and brushed the dirt off. He had to ball up the sleeve of his robe and rub to see past the grime. What he saw inside the still-sealed glass case was a short, gnarled stick, highly polished. Other than a small yellow garnet at its tip, the stick was unremarkable.
Excited, Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. cleaned off the rest of the cases. Some were damaged or broken, but each contained something unique. In one was a heavily padded leather pouch. In another, a rough workman's glove that would only cover the fingers, with owl-like talons at the fingertips. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s excitement grew with each discovery. The mouse nest, when dug out, contained four tightly stoppered glass vials, each containing nothing but a pebble. A pair of six-inch drums painted in a nerve-wracking array of sharply contrasting colors sat at the bottom of an overturned case, and a quill pen was trapped under another, in a pile of glass where one pane had shattered. Despite the condition of decay in the room, all of these items were as if they were just crafted. The quill was long, straight and bright red like it had been plucked from the robin's tail that very day. The drums were freshly painted, the vials unchipped. The glove had somehow warded off the worms which had eaten through the tapestries.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. stood by the door and asked Kreemon to smash open the cases which were not already destroyed. Kreemon did so, feeling each item to see if it called to him in some way – there had to be something to the changes he'd felt these past weeks – and came back, disappointed, with an armful of assorted objects. They put the items carefully into one of their sacks for examination later, all except the leather pouch.
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Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. held the large, heavy pouch for a moment, wondering if he should open it. Whatever was inside was hard and of an irregular shape, and even through heavy padding was cool to the touch. He opened the pouch and looked inside, but saw only the layers of old cloth sewn onto the inside of the pouch. Now that he had it in hand, the pouch, unlike the other objects, did show some signs of aging, but it wasn't nearly as damaged as everything else he'd seen down here. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. pushed at the sides of the pouch, working the object closer to the opening without letting it fall completely out. When it came into sight, a waft of cold air assaulted his face. The object sparkled in the light of his lantern. It looked to be a chunk of ice. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. tilted his head to the side as he examined the ice, then dropped it back into the pouch, sealing it back up. Was it possible that this was a piece of the legendary Elemental Ice, from which all ice derived its properties?
They entered one of the long tunnels, moving cautiously this time, wary for traps. Occasionally, one or the other called Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …. The humidity slowly increased, but the air became cleaner, less rank with the odor of human sweat. They passed a ceiling panel which was open, and had been for so long that a stalactite was growing out of it. After some distance, a passage opened up to the left. Ignoring it for now, they continued on. There were no more traps as they walked down the long, winding tunnel which slowly went deeper into the earth. Lime deposits – stalactites and stalagmites, but also crusty formations on the walls – became more common, and the thick fungus and strange tendrils of plant life grew everywhere, brushing overhead and crunching underfoot. Finally, the tunnel opened up into a cavern which contained a large, shallow pool. Against one wall was an eight foot tall, rectangular slab of rock, cut to fit with man-made tools. Tiny rivulets of water sprung from the sides, where it touched the wall, and streamed down over lumpy trails of limestone. Through the clear water, Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. and Kreemon could see a still intact stone desk and chair, set up as if some underwater creature was anticipating a business meeting. The top of the chair rose out of the water.
Kreemon moved farther into the room, looking down into the pool to see where the water went. While it was obvious where it came from, it wasn't so obvious where it was going. Most likely, it was absorbed into porous rock, or drained through tiny cracks in the floor. Kreemon tested the water carefully, as if expecting something to erupt from it and surprise him. When nothing did, he waded out to the desk.
The desk was in pretty good shape. The sharp edges had worn down a little over the years, but it was otherwise unmarred by time. With some work, Kreemon was even able to pull open a tiny drawer carved into the stone. All he found inside was some wet, dark sludge. Who knew what it had been in the past?
Soaked to mid-chest, Kreemon crossed to the other side of the pond and examined the stone slab. It had been carved out of granite specifically for this wall. Given the rivulets of water running down the sides, it had likely been put there to stop the flow of water, but after many years of neglect, the water had found its way through.
From the edge of the pond, Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. looked over the slab and desk for markings. Since he'd met Tah'iera, his vision had felt sharper. His hearing, too. Though it was difficult to make it out through the water, it looked like a large Sign of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics was carved into the back of the desk. That was the first marking of any kind he'd seen in these caves. Everything else had long since rotted away. He guessed that the priests of the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under had forgotten this place even existed.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. and Kreemon turned around and tried the other branch of the long path. With some caution, it wasn't hard to spot the false panels, trip wires and pressure plates, whose camouflage had long since worn away. This passage was relatively dry, and ended in an almost intact door, though the rotting wood was warped. With a few good shoves, Kreemon forced the door open. It cracked, sending splinters in one direction, while the remainder of the door swung open on the one hinge that had survived the years. They found a large, round room, which was stripped bare. Who knew what it once had been used for? Many doors were set into the rim of the circle. Some hung open, revealing other emptied rooms. Others, when their doors were forced, opened into what might have been offices, or quiet study areas for the library. Each had one or more desks, some stone and still standing, others wood and rotted through, with ants, roaches and even snakes burrowed in. While all of the rooms had been stripped down, some small items had been forgotten - a few coins, copper and silver corroded away, but gold still in good shape, with an unfamiliar design of a five-leaf plant stamped on them; rocks, rotted blocks of cedar and one irregular block of glass possibly used as paper weights; a small, empty book whose pages flaked away when they were touched. Finally, they came to one door that wouldn't budge. Kreemon couldn't force it open, and a large iron lock was embedded into one of the iron bands. It was doubtful that even the proper key would open the lock at this point, after years of rust had corroded away the mechanism.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. put a hand up to stop Kreemon from continuing to bash at the door, and spoke a few words of magic. With a loud creak, the mechanism of the lock began to turn. Russet dust dribbled out of the keyhole until the lock snapped open. Then the door, wedged into the stone door frame so completely that Kreemon hadn't been able to move it even slightly, pulled slowly away from the frame, bending back into a resemblance of its original shape. Ants scattered at the disturbance, and from the inside, a snake attacked the door as if it were prey. When the spell was complete, Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. gently pushed the door open.
This room, unlike the others, looked like someone had expected to return to it. The stone desk was still scattered with papers mostly rotted to dust, dried-up ink wells, stone paperweights and a metal frame for what might once have been a small painting. Tapestries hung from the walls, rotted but still maintaining roughly their original shape and size. One could almost make out the pictures. Insects were far less prevalent in this room, but a family of large snakes nested in the corner. When the door swung open, one snake immediately darted out and attacked Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s shin, but Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. jumped out of the way.
“I wonder why everyone abandoned this portion of the Houseplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe House of Morenth
As the primary place of worship for a population of six thousand, the House of Morenth is an enormous structure, perhaps five or six hundred feet across at the longest, but it's not just one big rectangular building. It looks like it's been added to many times over hundreds of years. Whether the building is bigger or smaller underground is impossible to tell. It is known that a library exists under, and why the other priests didn't seem to know it existed.” Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. guessed the area had been shut away for hundreds of years. He also wondered why there had been no sign of Halarenplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPreceptor Halaren
Halaren stands wide and heavy, large feet and hands offsetting a comparably small head. He looks in his late twenties. His skin is pale and a little blubberous, tugging his facial features downwards to give him a slightly sad and dim-witted appearance. His face is well shaved, and hair medium in length, though so thin and wispy his head is clearly visible underneath. Further adding to his girth are the heavy robes he wears, well worn and covered in smudges. A long, deliberate …, except for the bits of broken wood Kreemon had found in the library. There was one last passage. Maybe there was a clue that way. “Could you please check the desk for any information or things of value? Mind the snakes..”
Kreemon kept on his toes, with both hands ready to snatch any attacking snake. They did attack, as soon as he entered the room. He'd walked in on their nest – several eggs sat in a pile of dirt in the corner. Kreemon caught the largest snake by the head and crushed it in his hand, knocking it senseless. The second snake bit him in the leg while he was distracted. It didn't hurt much, until he felt a wave of numbness climb up his leg that made him woozy. Two snakes, smaller but still almost five feet long, attacked, but Kreemon dodged their strikes.
From the safety of the door, Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. said, “Be careful. I don't want to have to carry you out of here.”
Kreemon pried the second snake loose and crushed it. He was bitten one more time before he managed to kill the remaining two snakes.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. took out a small empty vial and milked the snakes for their venom, while Kreemon searched the desk. Maybe he would be able to create an antidote, if Kreemon's body couldn't flush the poison on its own. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. worked mainly by smell – he had never tried this before – but when he was done, he was pretty sure he had enough. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. stoppered the vial and put it away. Perhaps an antidote could be made, or even better … an even stronger poison.
Nothing on the surface of the desk was salvageable. Where ink was visible at all, it was blurred beyond recognition. Two of the drawers were the same. They slid easily out, to reveal nothing but dust and scraps. The large drawer, though, was stuck hard. Kreemon spent several minutes trying to yank it out. Finally, with a snapping of some metal mechanism, the stone drawer flew out, sending Kreemon tumbling to the floor. Kreemon lifted the heavy thing off his chest and checked whether any of his bruises were too bad, and then looked inside. This was more interesting. The tight seal had protected a stack of thin, leather-bound, gold-leafed books through the centuries. The titles had worn off, but it was possible that some of the contents were still readable.
From his vantage on the floor, Kreemon had noticed one more thing. Under the desk, a wood panel had been set into the floor. The stone-colored paint was only slightly worn, so even after all the years, it was hard to spot.
Intrigued by Kreemon's find, Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. took the gilded books and lay them on the desk. They were in worse condition than they had originally appeared. The first few brittle pages cracked before Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. got the knack of it, and whole sections were fused together, blurred to smudges or eaten out, possibly before they were even put in the drawer.
The first three books were the words to various songs praising Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics and begging him not to destroy people, buildings, crops, or any of a number of other things. The focus seemed more on avoiding Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics's attention than asking for any boon. The next one, and several at the bottom of the pile, were completely blank. Then came a journal by some high-ranking priest, written in Sarnamplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigLanguage
Rouch
Rouch is the vernacular, or common tongue, spoken throughout Rang. Because of Rang's influence, it's also a trade language in the surrounding kingdoms.
Sarnam
Sarnam is the “old tongue,” spoken by the priests of Andritha. Most of the nobly-born are familiar with the language.. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. soon realized it dated from the late five hundreds – the Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons…. Entries flowed together without dates, until Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. noticed a simplified Sign of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics between them. Many entries were unreadable, but there was more than enough to get a picture of what had happened.
Why won't the others hear me? I am tired of my warnings being ignored. Today I brought them proof – a missive captured from King Messalisal's mage, on its way to Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization.. It spoke of unity among the magi. Unity! Whether they believe me or not, the magi will rise up, and soon. May Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics protect the Few.
Fovery, archmage of Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization., has commanded that all magi leave their employment and migrate to Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. to meet with him. Could there be any more blatant a declaration of war?
It has begun. Zazilan, king Orte's mage, tried to slip through Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener
When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg. like a red night rat. My spies witnessed him entering the home of Alai, a known hedge witch. Their plan was to bring fire from the heavens and burn down the village. I ordered them both burned, and the village with them. Better the cleansing fire of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics than the evil fire of witchcraft. Fovery now plots his retribution, but he will not slaughter Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics as he has always plotted. I have sent letters out to the far reaches of the kingdom, to the Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of, Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans
This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the and even the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because. The magi will regret beginning this war.
Allies have poured in. The weak Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because have refused aid, but kings, chieftains and priests alike agree that war has come. It seems I was far from the first to notice the evil ways of the magi. My letters put no new thought to parchment, but merely made the world realize they were already united.
Chief Rechshine, Chief Ulenhort, the Eastern Alliance and the Seventeen have fallen back once again. Their archers were no match for Fovery's tricks. The better the archer, the more precisely the arrow returned to its source. Forty dead, and for what? How can we fight an enemy that can change the laws of nature at a whim?
Much as it pains me, these are desperate times. We must obliterate magic from this world before Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics decides we have dallied too long and destroys us all. Thus I have approved the composition of new Songs. I have always thought they resembled too strongly that which we wish to destroy, but again, these are desperate times. The Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of have been a great help to us in this regard. Besides their mastery of arms, it has been revealed to us, in secret, that some of their priests manifest powers nearly the equal of any mage. The Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans
This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the have been useful as well, though their warped sense of justice makes it difficult to work with them. I doubt I will live to see a time when Malaenerplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMalaener
When the party traveled to the year 577, they found themselves in Malaener, the Morenthian-dominated region which includes Maelbourg. and Meheiral are truly united. I'm not certain I'd want to.
Our search has borne fruit. Using the Song of Dissonance, we can now counter many of the mages' spells. I look forward to seeing it used in battle.
The magi are not so confident anymore. With only minimal casualties on our side, we killed six of their number. Unfortunately, Fovery escaped. With his magic, he could be in the land of eternal night by now. No matter; it is of no consequence. The tide has turned in our favor, and even Fovery will not survive for long.
The mages were prepared this time. The Song of Dissonance alone will not be enough, but the Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans
This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the have discovered some new knowledge that might help. I wonder where they would get such knowledge? They claim Soudilii, their goddess of magic, is out of favor, but can we really trust anyone who even admits to a goddess of magic?
I have received word of a battle of magics, the Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of pitted against the magi. There were heavy losses on both sides. I cannot say I am disappointed.
Word has reached us of Fovery's death. The tide in our favor has become a tsunami. If we can kill Belazan, our victory will be guaranteed. Is it strange that I celebrate the death of three men – Fovery and his allies – when thousands lost their lives in the battle? Perhaps, but Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics's justice does not pay heed to weak human sensibilities.
The Song of Destruction is complete. If we can capture a mage for long enough, three Voices with Snake Charms can turns his own magic against him, slowly destroying his ability. No mage can resist the power of Morenthplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics. Soon, we will send our voices throughout the land. Our allies have located every stronghold of wizardry besides Brundashplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigBrundash
By Arnell and the DM. Last updated 2014-09-17
Before the Battle of the Magics, Brundash was the mysterious home of a world-wide organization of magi. Even then, few could claim to have seen it, and no one would say where or even what it was. Brundash was a term used both for the place, and the organization. itself, and we will charge forward to every one.
They claim that the Battle of the Magicsplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Battle of the Magics (577)
Belazan: The conflict dates back to the beginning of time, and has little to do with magic. I imagine the first men to craft arrow heads out of stone were feared and hated by their enemies, and the weapons themselves viewed with suspicion. Nothing changed when mages began to hire themselves out to princes and kings. The kingdom with more power was hated, but that hatred couldn't target an entire kingdom. To do so would be to admit inferiority. Instead, the weapons…, as it is now being called, is at an end. Of course this is not so. Mages have simply gone into hiding, and now we must root them out. I suspect the Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans
This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the in Meheiral harbor mages in their temple, but no one believes me. The fools think there can be no deceit from an ally. Did they learn nothing from Fovery? The Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans
This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the go on about their True Justice forbidding any form of magic, while secretly worshiping their own false goddess of magic. The Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because make all manner of excuses for why they refused to participate in the Battle, but what was their true reason? They claim there are gods in everything, which means they see the magi as gods as well. And the Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of – their faults barely need to be spoken. Their Fighters, while few in number, are so like mages themselves that the Battle will not end until they are eliminated.
The next thing Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. pulled out of the drawer was even more interesting.
There are those who will seek to prevent it, and they can prevent it. Of that I am as sure as anyone can be. But what if a person could be found, one pure of mind, a mage able to bring order to chaos? Could the power of the Zioth be incorporated, held still in one body?
There is a legend that the secret of the Zioth was once known to a few in this region of the world. These few fragmented the secret and entrusted it to the holy places to be protected. Thus the Andrithansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigAndrithanism
Based on original ideas from Karl Schinke (Ardith). Symbols for aspects other than the Mother, along with the artwork, were contributed by Myron Wyles (Halaren).
Andrithanism and its variants are the dominant religion in Rang and the surrounding kingdoms. Within the boundaries of have one piece, the Morenthiansplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigMorenth
Morenth's theology revolves around the simple idea that the entire universe belongs to him, and humanity is barely worthy to bask in his radiant presence. Those who refuse to acknowledge this simple, self-evident fact heretics, and deserve punishment or death. There is no repentance for heretics another, the Orithoransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigThe Orithorans
This religion, dead for five hundred years, states that all gods bow to the god of justice, and are so far beneath him that they are as the lowest of servants of a king. The Orithory, a deeply carved quarter-sphere of stone that often weighs over a thousand pounds, symbolizes justice, and is thus their primary symbol. The center of the a third, the Zahiransplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZahira
by Diane Hutton and the DM
The Common View
Zahira is seen as a dangerous cult that welcomes the Zioth and embraces death. It is led by mysterious druid-like entities known as “True Zahirans.” There is quite a bit of legend surrounding these druids, such as their ability to appear out of nowhere, or the fact that they all look alike. a fourth, and the final piece is kept by the Polinakasplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigPolinaka
This religion has been dead for three hundred years, since the Plague of Morenth, that bloody period when the followers of Morenth completely wiped out the Polinakas.
Polinaka's theology is much the opposite of Morenth's. Polinakas believe that there are gods in everything, and that only the actions of Man can bring order to the universe. They believe, for example, that the sun rises each morning only because. Each is said to have a form unique from the others: earth, mind, life, force and time, though which received which is unknown. Are these fragments what is needed to claim the power of the Zioth? Only the Voice of the Zioth knows.
There was at least one more page, but it was fused to the back of the first. Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. would have to be very careful separating them. Perhaps the right alchemical substance would dissolve the first page without destroying the others.
Kreemon examined the wood panel carefully and told Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. to move to the other side of the desk, where one would sit, then checked to see if it could be depressed, or turned, or moved in some fashion. The words from that page ran through Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style.'s mind as he absently moved away. When Kreemon pushed it down, the wood splintered away instantly. A cloud of dust rose into the air.
Ziedonplugin-autotooltip__default plugin-autotooltip_bigZiedon
Ziedon stands a little under six feet tall and is relatively thin. He has a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache which stand out considerably against his pale skin. His hazel eyes seem to see everything around him. Ziedon's white hair is cut short in the traditional townsman's style. awoke to a painful pecking on his chest. He opened his eyes and shut them again. His head was pounding, and his eyes felt like they were glued together. The next time he opened his eyes, he saw a blur that had to be Tah'iera. Next to him, Kreemon was sitting up with his head between his knees, trying not to vomit.