
dm night-shade |

You pass forlorn souls on your way up the hill. Finally at the top you stand before the angelic being. He/She/It towers nearly 9 feet tall, it's 'wings' or rather pinions of flowing light, ebb and move with tidal steadiness.
I am Bromiel, the angel of doorways. I assist the dead in their confusion and grief, and direct them to where they wish to go here in the world below.
But you are not dead...none of you are dead. You should not be here. Were it not for the fact that a Herald of the Underworld walks before you I would have cut you down. What do you want?

dm night-shade |

Bromiel No one has asked for the Knights of the Rose in hundreds of years. There are two orders of knights. Those appointed by the gods, and then the old order of the Thorns. The gods' Rose Knights you will find in Elysium, the green fields. But the Thorns are imprisoned. You can not see them. And even if you could you would not want to...for they have now endured 1000 years of the worst kinds of torture in Alfaz. I suggest you go to Elysium if you can get the boatman to ferry across the river.
Other souls are lining up behind you. They are all waiting their turn to talk to Bromiel.